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but there's no shortage of irony.


 Nice is different than good.


Oh and ...

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



Belay That!

This blog does not contain and its author will not condone profanity, crude language, or verbal abuse. Commenters, you are welcome to speak your mind but do not cuss or I will delete either the word or your entire comment, depending on my mood. Continued use of bad words or inappropriate sentiments will result in the offending individual being banned, after which they'll be obliged to walk the plank. Thankee for your understanding and compliance.

= Jenny the Pirate =

Hoist The Colors


I am a Blue Star Mother




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 =



The Black Velvet Coat

In The Market, As It Were






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.


Dying is a wild night

and a new road.

Emily Dickinson



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



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


Keep To The Code








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)
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The Courage Of Our Hearts




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    starring Nancy Kelly, Patty McCormack, Henry Jones, Eileen Heckart, Evelyn Varden
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    starring Tilda Swinton, Donald Crowhurst, Jean Badin, Clare Crowhurst, Simon Crowhurst
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    starring William Holden, Gloria Swanson, Erich Von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, Fred Clark
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    starring Cary Grant, Irene Dunne, Edgar Buchanan, Beulah Bondi
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    starring Fred MacMurray, Barbara Stanwyck, Edward G. Robinson, Porter Hall, Jean Heather
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    starring Gary Anthony Williams
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    starring Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert
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    starring Barbara Stanwyck, John Boles, Anne Shirley, Barbara O'Neil, Alan Hale
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These four and no more

Turns out I have a few pictures of the actual wedding. I'd forgotten about them when I posted on Monday.

These phone photos (hence the quality) were sent to me by someone on Sunday afternoon. I'm not even sure who took them, or I'd say.

Here we have TG walking Erica down the aisle. You can tell he doesn't relish being in the spotlight. Not for very long, at least. But what a handsome gentleman.

Weren't her flowers wonderful?

They reached the front, where our son-in-law Joel delivered the charge to the couple just before they took their vows, administered by our pastor.

Can you tell which two bridesmaids are my daughters? Haahaha. My three girls in some settings appear nearly interchangeable. Especially when dressed alike.

But one of these things is not like the others. That would be our dear friend, Anna. Anna from Atlanta (originally from Michigan) who came with her husband to celebrate with us and take part in the wedding.

Anna's husband, Alan, sang two solos during the wedding. Sorry but I don't have a picture of him.

The couple ascended the stairs and said the first part of their vows.

Then they faced one another and said some more vows, while exchanging rings.

That will have to tide you over for now. Again, I apologize for the quality of the photos but isn't it nice that these were taken and sent to me? I love and cherish them.

I'll share more later about our pre-wedding festivities, because they're worth telling about and I'm sure you want to know.

And that is all for now.


Happy Wednesday


Well. That was pretty great.

Photo Credit: Charlie Mather Photography

OK first let me say, I hope you didn't show up looking for photos of the newlyweds. Together. On their wedding day.

I don't have any. I took not one single picture on Friday.

Yes; I meant to. Yes; I failed. Apologies. I was too busy to remember my camera, and when the time came to use it, I would have been too tired to carry it.

Plus, wouldn't I have looked silly, mother-of-the-bride and all, in a beaded evening gown and wearing a wrist corsage, telling folks to pose up while a hired professional and his assistant were walking around doing that?

Later, at the reception, I was too hungry to do anything but raid the buffet. I wish I'd eaten more but distractions were plentiful. I didn't have a single bite of wedding cake until Saturday, when a few trayfuls of delectable leftover morsels were sitting on the counter in my kitchen, waiting to be dealt with.

It was delicious. Simply amazing. Some of the filling was custard; some was raspberry. I only heard about the raspberry; it was pretty popular with our guests and they ate it all.

Oh look. Here's a pretty picture of Erica with Audrey, taken at her pre-bridal shoot a few weeks before the wedding (the shot at the tippy-top of this post is from that shoot too).

Photo Credit: Charlie Mather Photography

I know; right? Beautiful girls. God bless them.

If possible, they were even more exquisite on the day, as were the rest of the wedding party. 

But more about that later.

Here's one I took of the lovebirds a few months ago. This shoot took place at the historic bridge in Peak, South Carolina, where Chad and Erica got engaged last October:

You have to be careful with graffiti when shooting in such settings where street art is likely to be prevalent. Just carefully read the message, hahaaha. You don't want to be surprised later.

I thought I am Loved was appropriate, though. No; I didn't put it there. I'd forgotten my spray paint.

The way they look at one another. Dear me.

Now I'm recuperating while surrounded at home by enough tulle to sink a battleship if you add all the pink velvet ribbon in North America (don't go looking for any, is all I'm saying. I got the lot) and toss on a sprinkling of cake crumbs.

I've got a few of those favor boxes left too. Styled to look like butterflies in keeping with our garden theme, they were stuffed with Hershey's almond kisses and conveyed the couple's gratitude:

The ring-bearer's pillow -- minus one of the little plastic rings, which fell off at some point during the evening -- is tossed on top of a bunch of table number cards in a box:

Fake -- but convincingly velvety -- roses in blush pink and ivory combined with real baby's breath sigh with relief in another box on the front-room floor, cheek-by-jowl with reserved-table signs:

We had real roses too. The florist provided big ones for the cake ...

... and smaller, more delicate ones to decorate Chad and Erica's sweetheart table.

I particularly loved our cake topper. I'm sure the photographer got a shot of it poised sweetly on top of the cake, but I barely saw it. I love how the porcelain figures resemble Chad and Erica:

It was somewhat hard to find. Cake toppers featuring actual couples tend toward the faintly lewd -- I mean, the bride in the groom's arms with her dress hiked up and her legs thrown around his waist -- really? Really? -- these days. It's discouraging but I was undaunted and eventually unearthed a gem that we'll treasure.

Speaking of treasures, I had fun with some posters I custom-made for the doors of the church, for guests to see as they approached and walked in. There were four, but here are pictures of two:

That's a picture I took of Chad last year. Beside him are photos of both sets of his grandparents, and also his parents, on their wedding days.

Here's the same for Erica:

It was nice. I really liked doing that. It's all about continuity, and a goodly heritage.

Our centerpieces featured glass cylinders from the dollar store, decoupaged with South Carolina maps and lit from within with tea lights. This spoke to Chad and Erica's love of exploring and hiking in South Carolina.

I have eighteen of these, just in case you want one.

I'll share more later but now, I need a nap. TG is relaxing on the golf course today.

Here's a parting shot of a glowing Erica, from her pre-bridal shoot at the South Carolina State House. 

Photo Credit: Charlie Mather Photography

Thanks from the bottom of my heart for your many prayers and well-wishes, the thoughtful congratulatory emails and calls, and the gifts and cards sent by blogging buddies dear friends in advance of the day.

I wish you all could have been there. Later this week I'll share more details.

Meanwhile, the newlyweds are enjoying a leisurely several days in Savannah, with plans to travel down to St. Augustine for a day or two before coming home. 

And that is all for now.


Happy Monday


Put 'em together for Maverick

We are up to our eyebrows around here in tulle, ribbon, candles, and all the other accoutrement of wedding preparation that you can think of.

The wedding is a week from Friday. This is when the phrase "down to the wire" takes on a whole new meaning.

But life goes on around us, and so it was that yesterday, Brittany and Andrew dropped in for a few minutes to show TG and me our new grandbaby.

A Boxer puppy named Maverick.

He's so new, he can't even stand. Mostly he snoozes. Brittany feeds him puppy formula from a bottle.

Can you believe?

Rambo shows encouraging signs of being fond of -- if a trifle perplexed by -- his new little brother. Certainly he's being a great example of sleeping all day.

Our spring continues coolish and occasionally very wet. Currently it's raining steadily and that's the forecast for the day. Highs in the mid sixties. I love it! My favorite kind of weather.

My task at present is assembling wedding favor boxes. There are several steps to completing each favor and I do believe I could do the moves in my sleep.

Fold, tape, fill, tape again, place tag on ribbon, pull ribbon through tiny holes, add decorative trim piece, tie bow, fluff bow. Repeat. Many times over.

I will show you a picture of these creations when I can. For now, we'll keep the details under wraps.

Later on, Dagny will join me for a few hours and we'll hang out.

What are you doing with your last week of April?


Happy Monday


Cake and no mistake

Speaking of Puglix -- and we were, at near-obnoxious length -- I used their bakery when I needed a special-order cake for Andrew and Brittany's rehearsal dinner.

Our dinner was held at Outback Steakhouse in Asheville, with twenty-two in attendance. We sent custom-made invitations and even had place card favors of little cardboard suitcases full of Hershey's kisses.

I wanted the cake to be beautiful and delicious, and Puglix excels at both. Several weeks out, I sat down with the lady behind the desk at Puglix Aprons and told her our cake vision.

She was awesome. So courteous and conscientious, easy to talk to, attentive to every detail of our event and the sort of confectionery masterpiece we had in mind.

I told her that the cake was to celebrate the wedding, which would take place outdoors in Asheville in the late winter/early spring. The colors were spring green, a tan or brown for trees, and maybe a touch of soft pink.

The lady asked what sentiment I would like written on the cake. Since I have a black belt in orginality, I said: Let's go with Congratulations, Andrew and Brittany.

Haaahhahaa. Like I said: I'm nothing if not original. But it was all I could think of to say. On a cake.

So that's where we left it. I checked back with Puglix Aprons once in the intervening weeks, to make sure they had everything they needed from me, and to confirm the date and time for pickup of my cake.

So it was that on the day before Andrew's wedding, TG and I packed up and started out for Asheville. We only had to stop at Puglix, to pick up the cake for the rehearsal dinner that evening.

I made my way to the bakery and told the lady behind the counter why I was there. She went over to a trolley that appeared to be stacked with special-order cakes waiting to be claimed. She looked for my name, then picked out one of the boxes.

She brought the box over and slid it towards me across the high treat-laden bakery case. I grabbed it and brought it down to eye level to make sure the kids' names had been spelled correctly.

And it was then that, getting a good look at our cake, I burst into tears.

Because see, a great deal of artistic license had been taken with the design of the cake I'd ordered, which I'd assumed would have the words Congratulations, Andrew and Brittany emblazoned in icing across the lush expanse of buttercream frosting.

The bakery employee looked alarmed. Is it okay? She asked with an anxious widening of her eyes.

Oh yes, I slobbered. I just thought it was going to say Congratulations, Andrew and Brittany, and ...

We can put that on it if you want! she said, reaching out as though to take the cake back.

I laughed even though I was still stanching the flow of tears from my eyes, with a handkerchief I'd fished out of my purse.

No, I said. I wouldn't have you change a thing about this cake.

And I wouldn't have. Because it was perfect. Just exactly right to celebrate our only son and his bride-to-be, all set to marry on the banks of the French Broad River in Asheville, surrounded by nature on a day in late winter/early spring.

Don't you agree?

And that is all for now.


Happy Friday


BOGO. Or no go.

So TG and I like to swing by Publix -- or Puglix according to Dagny -- on Wednesdays, to take advantage of the five-percent senior discount.

Yes; I know we look young and hip but we really are those people. And we are at present much enamored of shopping at Puglix.

One thing they do there is put several displays of Buy-One-Get-One merchandise right inside the door. You can't miss them. There are tons of new BOGOs each week.

Therefore often before TG has even parked the car and come inside to find me, I'm still right there debating on which BOGOs to take advantage of.

Often it's the salad dressing brand we like -- Ken's -- or there will be Planter's Dry Roasted Peanuts, or Arnold's breads, Quaker oatmeal, Progresso soups, Hormel Black Label thick-cut bacon -- all things we enjoy having on hand.

Then after you go all Noah's Ark, groceries two-by-two, on your cart when you're barely in the store, you go cruising the aisles and find more BOGOs around every corner.

What's that you say? It's just a gimmick? They double the price before giving you two for the price of one? I'm that dumb?

Don't judge. It's legit.

Anyway on a recent Wednesday -- before my surgery -- I was really scooping up some BOGO deals at the display tables just inside the door at Puglix. TG joined me and when I'd finished there, we went deeper into the store.

But not before I'd scored two loaves of Pure Joy Good Foods cinnamon bread -- a treat I'd never heard of, much less had, but which I thought would be nice to have in the freezer during my recuperation.

We have our morale to keep up.

We always start at Produce -- you know; where the grapefruit are -- before proceeding to the inner aisles where all the evil processed food lurks. We don't buy much in those aisles but we do go down them because everybody needs things like condiments and coffee.

So it was that I rounded a corner about mid-way through the store and there was a whole display of Rubbermaid Easy Find Lids food storage systems and it was all -- wait for it -- BOGO.

Whoa, I said. Erica had a shower coming up and every bride needs food storage. I slowed and became interested in some beautiful clear glass pieces with those sturdy but attractive Easy Find Lids.

I love glass and rarely use plastic storage at home. I figured Erica would prefer glass too.

Everything of the Rubbermaid Easy Find Lids variety was on sale, according to several signs hanging from the shelves. I examined the signs to make sure I wasn't being led astray. Nope; BOGO all.

So I picked out two medium-sized glass storage bowls that, after the discount, would be six dollars apiece. They were high quality and I thought that was an excellent price. Into my cart they went. Erica would be pleased.

You would've done the same. They were so nice.

Presently we found our way to the cashiering area and chose a checkout line, piloted by Daisy, a sweet lady who often serves us.

Everything was going swimmingly until I noticed on the scanner screen that the two Rubbermaid Easy Find Lids units had rung up full price, with no discount shown.

I spoke up. Hey Daisy? I said. Those Rubbermaid storage things are Buy One, Get One. But I think they rang up full price.

Daisy stopped. She hunted amongst my groceries and located the bowls in question. She reviewed the transaction. Then she turned around and walked away.

? ? ? ? ?

The checkout lady had checked out.

Everyone stood in awkward silence, as you do at such times. A woman in line behind us held two potted ferns. One in each hand, resembling Lady Justice, scales in one hand and sword the other, only with plants.

I don't know if they were BOGO.

Eventually -- it seemed like a long time -- Daisy returned. She didn't really look at me but she said: That was only for the plastic.

? ? ? ? ?

OK wait a minute, I said. What on earth? The sign didn't say the discount was only for the plastic items. It just said Rubbermaid Easy Find Lids and that's what these are. I pointed helpfully at the storage bowls that only wanted to be Erica's.

But: It's only for the plastic, Daisy repeated.

She wasn't going to budge. I shut up, even though I knew I was right. Too bad you weren't there to take a picture of that rare occurrence. Not of me being right -- that happens with startling regularity -- but of me shutting up.

I will thank you not to snicker.

But I did say: I will not take them at that price. Without comment, Daisy shoved Erica's storage bowls to the side.

So then do you know what I did? I made it worse. I myself -- with no assistance, and without a single drop of rum.

I noticed that my two loaves of Pure Joy Good Foods cinnamon bread -- also BOGO, according to the signs on the table just inside the door -- had also rung up with no discount.

I alerted Daisy to this fresh injustice, pointing to the BOGO tables (which we could actually see, from there), where I'd found the bread. She turned and walked in that direction.

The ferns in the hands of the lady behind us dipped lower, toward the floor. 

We all waited. TG stared a thousand yards into the distance, debit card poised at the entrance to the reader, as is his habit at such times.

Eventually Daisy returned. This time she was holding a sign approximately 12x9 inches in size. I can't quote it exactly, but basically what it said was that the Pure Joy Good Foods cinnamon bread was four ninety-nine a loaf.

And not BOGO.

It's a trick, I thought. I may have even said it out loud. It's a trick to put one table of full-price stuff right next to the BOGO tables. I actually did say that. The girl bagging our groceries chuckled. 

You may be right, she said.

Daisy waited for me to make a decision. Buy the bread at full price, one loaf or two, or refuse it altogether?

I'll take them both, I said. It was too good to pass up, even at four ninety-nine a loaf. And I'd never even tasted it. I have now tasted it and all I can say is: Go to Puglix and get you some Pure Joy Good Foods cinnamon bread, even if it's ten bucks a loaf. Make toast. You will not be sorry.

As we were leaving, I began to seethe a bit around the edges. I knew the Rubbermaid Easy Find Lids items were BOGO. The signs said so. TG was headed out to get the car, which he'd bring to the door to collect me.

Go back there and look again, he said.

And so I did. The same signs said the same thing: All Rubbermaid Easy Find Lids were BOGO. There was no mention of the sale only being on the plastic items, as opposed to the glass.

But I was tired and I wanted to go home. People were stacked up at the customer service booth. I didn't want to wait. Puglix is not the only game in town. Not by a long shot.

I later found Erica some cute plastic storage units at TJ Maxx to include with her shower gift. She loved them. 

A short while ago TG went to the store for us. Later that day I walked into the kitchen and found the two Rubbermaid Easy Find Lids bowls I'd wanted for Erica, sitting on our kitchen counter.

TG had found a Puglix employee and had taken him back to the shelves where the Rubbermaid Easy Find Lids stuff was still BOGO.

TG asked the worker to tell him specifically what was on sale there.

The worker looked at the shelves and read the signs. Everything that's Rubbermaid Easy Find Lids is Buy One, Get One, he said.

TG picked up the two glass units I'd wanted. Even these glass ones? he said.

Of course, said the employee.

TG took them to the cashier -- Daisy? Oh Daisy, are you paying attention? -- where the bowls scanned at half price.

BOGO. Booyah.

So Erica has them now, along with the plastic set I got her at TJ Maxx. A girl needs some of each. And we will ask her at a later date how easy those lids are to find.

All's well, and all that rot. Oh and -- good work, TG. You succeeded where I failed.

The pictures in this post are from Erica's third bridal shower, which took place yesterday at the office where she works. The ladies there love her.

I didn't attend but Audrey, Dagny, and Brittany were there. These photos are courtesy of Audrey and her iPhone X.

Dagny has been wildly enthusiastic about the showers, which she confuses with birthday parties because of the cake and presents. Happy Birthday! she says, until we tell her to stop.

She helps with every aspect of bringing the gifts to Erica's elbow for her to open, and even throws herself into cleanup. Yesterday she went into the office kitchen after the party was over, and asked a lady doing dishes if she could help dry.

She was given some paper towels and carefully dried every dish the lady handed to her.

What a kid.

And that is all for now.


Happy Wednesday


Two for two

A lot has happened in the last three weeks, since Andrew and Brittany's wedding.

The newlyweds went to Jamaica on their honeymoon, had a wonderful time, and came back.

Their return to church as a newly married couple was met with so many lovely greetings and wishes for happiness.

On the next day -- two weeks ago today -- I had my second (of two, haaaha) total hip replacement surgeries.

I'm just about to ditch the cane and walk (still with a tiny limp, for the present) with no pain.

Hallelujah. It has been many years since I could do that.

I haven't been back to church yet, but we had a nice Easter celebration yesterday at our house, after everyone else went to services.

We had ham with salad, macaroni and cheese, Italian-cut green beans, and hot Sister Schubert yeast rolls with butter and a selection of apple butter, honey, and two kinds of preserves.

Then we had cherry pie and coffee.

Nobody wore their Easter finery to lunch, having already changed, but Audrey sent me the above picture later in the day. We bought Dagny her Easter dress and I can't believe how big she looks in that outfit.

She will turn four in June. We have a plan concocted to take both Dag and her mother to Atlanta, to visit the aquarium there. Stay tuned for a full report, with pictures, after the fact.

These two brave girls have just bought their first house. They'll be closing in about ten days, and moving in after a few improvements are made. We're so happy for them.

Audrey has the iPhone X and I can't get over the quality of the pictures it takes. I'll always use cameras but I'm obliged to admit, these phones are upping the ante.

I haven't seen pictures yet of the ones in North Carolina; my daughter will send them later I'm sure.

A few days after my surgery -- which was of the outpatient variety; I went in for the operation at seven o'clock in the morning and was back home by four in the afternoon -- darling Mari sent me a hydrangea.

I thrill at its amazing color. I hope I do not kill it. I'll ask TG to plant it for me in the yard later this week.

Speaking of flowers, Andrew and Brittany came to the surgery center to see me two weeks ago, and brought me a sweet spring bouquet. It was such a thoughtful gesture.

I enjoyed the flowers in a vase for a week or so, and then salvaged what was left of them for this metal basket of six mini-vases.

They didn't quite make it until Easter, but I think we got lots of mileage out of their beauty.

And now it's time for me to go into overdrive, finishing up all of the details of decorations and other things needed for the wedding that will take place four weeks from Friday, whether we are ready or not.

One down, one to go. Soon we'll be two for two on weddings as well as other things.

Hip, hip, hooray.

Isn't it marvelous?

And that is all for now.


Happy Monday


The loveliest of days

Ah. It was beautiful and special and sweet, the wedding day.

The bride- and groom-to-be prayed for weeks that there would be no rain. Their prayers were answered.

I prayed for temperatures in the mid fifties and overcast, so that we'd have the silvery light I love, without the too-eager sun causing everyone to squint me to be too hot.

My prayer was answered too. It was a Goldilocks kind of day, weatherwise: just right.

Amidst the blur of bliss enfolding the happy moment, I took time to be grateful. And I told the Lord so.

Yes, I cried too. I almost always cry at weddings but when it's your own beloved child making those promises, it can become intense. The tears felt good.

Everyone was there: family members from far and near, as well friends of many decades or, no less precious, of the last few years. People who have been special to Andrew and Brittany, and therefore to us.

Our Stephanie and Joel and their three darling children, Melanie, Allissa, and Andrew; our Audrey and her Dagny; our Erica and her Chad. All were present to lend love and support. As ever.

The venue chosen by the bride and groom reflected their love of nature, and particularly Brittany's love of being near water.

The sound of the French Broad River rushing on its unhurried way past the land, under the sky, was enchanting. 

At Olivette Asheville -- specifically, a portion of it named Rosebay Park -- there is a small bridge leading to a long and narrow island, where the wedding ceremony took place.

Olivette is a new development where million-dollar houses are being built on the banks of the river. You'll see in-progress construction behind the kids as they feed each other wedding cake. 

That lovely cake was made by the bride's mother, and it was as delicious as it was pretty.

We also had fresh, hot barbecue with scrumptious sides, served by kind and courteous local folks. Pork and brisket with sauces, potato salad, green beans, mac and cheese, soft rolls -- it was all heavenly. 

The party pavilion, a mere twenty feet from the river's edge, was warmed by standing heaters and a roaring fire.

Rambo served as Dog of Honor. He was as comfortable at the wedding as he is on his blanket at home. And as universally loved.

TG and I, following the bride's parents, lit the candle signifying Andrew's life. The wind had played up, extinguishing Brittany's candle. We re-lit it and the flame endured.

Major Derick Wakefield, a chaplain at McGhee-Tyson Air National Guard Base, home of Andrew's unit, the 134th Air Refueling Wing, performed the ceremony with grace, emphasizing the sacred solemnity of the vows about to be taken.

But before the bride entered, Dagny as flower girl was to strew petals on her grassy path.

She threw out too many at the beginning and, halfway down the aisle, became concerned.

Oh no! I did it wrong, she was heard to say.

She retraced her steps -- backward -- and began gathering all the petals back up. Audrey zipped around and hustled her out of the way.

So darling. So so darling, I cannot tell you. You'll have to imagine it. A three-year-old taking her office so seriously.

Andrew had turned his back as Brittany approached from afar -- brought on a golf cart (I thought of Rebekah, who lighted off the camel when she lifted up her eyes and spotted Isaac) -- so that he wouldn't see her until she was all set to walk to the altar.

Another genesis.

Then Brittany drifted toward Andrew to the strains of All I Ask of You played on classical guitar. Like Rebekah, the damsel was fair to look upon. The moment was laden with exquisite emotion.

Andrew cried a tear or two but quickly stopped. She was there, her hands in his. I'll never forget the way she looked at him. It's the way she always looks at him: with love shining from her eyes.

It isn't the sparkling, laser-beam look you sometimes see; it's quiet and deep. I believe it and it brings me joy.

TG said a few words about the bride and groom's relationship, and about their commitment to cherish one another forever.

Then the promises had been made, swiftly and publicly.

The couple used their individual candles to light another, larger candle, then snuffed out their candles. The two become one.

I was snapping these photos from the front row; I was so happy to get a picture of the smoke against Andrew's dark blue uniform as the candles went out. I love pictures of smoke.

They returned front and center. Andrew kissed his bride and dipped her. It was done: Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Weber had been established.

And then we all posed for posterity as the photographers did their excellent work.

Of course, my camera was never out of my hand.

As the reception got underway, everyone was ebullient as is usually the case at such times.

Eventually, celebration sparklers were lit. TG made sure our grandson, Andrew, had one to hold out.

A freight train went by on the nearby track. The wedding guests gestured for a whistle, and got a double one from the conductor. It was thrilling.

Before they left for their honeymoon, Andrew and Brittany took a few moments to be alone by the river's edge.

It was happy-sad when they drove away; I'll never forget it.

Then it was time to break up the party. Folks were already leaving. It was time-change Saturday; an entire hour would soon be gone wherever it is that those hours go, not to return until next November.

TG and I went back to our hotel and crashed. I lay in happy exhaustion propped on three pillows, looking at my pictures. The next morning, my left foot was swollen and painful.

I think I overdid walking on hard surfaces in black velvet boots with no cushion in the sole.

But I've rested now; my foot is much better.

The newlyweds will soon return from Jamaica. It will be so wonderful to see them.

And now we have another wedding on the horizon: Chad and Erica, in seven weeks. The invitations have been sent.

I may expire of happiness. What a way to go.

If you'd like to see the entire wedding gallery -- my pictures, that is; not the official ones -- go here. They're in the process of being edited but you're welcome to look, and to rejoice with us.

And that is all for now.


Happy Tuesday


And Rizzo is his name-o

Recently I read the shocking story of a young woman who had occasion to travel from one place to another via commercial airplane.

Something I would never do.

And that's not all I wouldn't do; reader, read on.

Said female had acquired, during the course of an illness (of the non-life threatening sort) a medically-certified emotional support animal.

You've heard of that, surely? Like, someone who comes home from war afflicted with PTSD, is paired with a lovely canine companion whose presence calms and reassures the soldier? It's wonderful.

And I'm sure there are as many other iterations of that scenario as you could come up with in your spare time. Cats and birds -- maybe even ferrets and sugar gliders, bunny rabbits and three-toed sloths -- can fill the role as well as dogs, I imagine.

But even I didn't know that a peacock* (called Dexter, no less) could serve as an emotional support animal. And as much as I try to imagine the circumstances of not only how that could come about, but why, and of the ongoing ramifications of same, I cannot.

But the young lady of which I spoke at the beginning of this post was perhaps even more imaginative than Dexter's needy owner.

Her emotional support animal of choice was a one-ounce dwarf hamster. Name of Pebbles.

Pebbles, like most wee beasties of her ilk, resided in a wire cage lined with cedar chips and outfitted with an exercise wheel and a colorful plastic bowl brimming with hamster vittles.

It was in this cage that Pebbles' young owner transported her to the airport to board her flight.

She had called ahead -- not once, but twice -- to inform airline personnel of the existence of Pebbles, and to make sure that as her certified, card-carrying emotional support critter, she would be allowed to accompany her as she traveled from point A to point B.

And she was assured -- not once, but twice -- that the presence of Pebbles by her side on the flight would be not only permissible, but absolutely no problem.

Pebbles was welcome as a passenger. Bring her on, cedar shavings, exercise wheel and all. Nothing but green lights from here to Bedrock.

Except, when the young woman arrived at the airport and presented herself at the check-in desk with Pebbles riding shotgun, she was greeted with significantly less enthusiasm.

As in, she was told that in no way was Pebbles welcome to fly. Pebbles must remain on the ground. Most definitely not cleared for takeoff. No exceptions would be made.

Panicked, the damsel began a frantic search for a solution.

She said later, through her lawyer, that she had tried to rent a car so that she could drive with Pebbles to her destination.

But she claims no cars were available. Taking the bus was not an option, as she had only so much time to get home for a doctor appointment.

She renewed her earnest pleas for Pebbles to be allowed on board the flight. Again and again, her entreaties were met with stony refusal.

Finally, about to miss her flight, the desperate young emotionally-challenged would-be traveler arrived at the only conclusion she felt was available to her.

She figured she had no recourse but to execute her pet.

And that's exactly what she did.

Carrying Pebbles in her cage into the Ladies, our adventurer extracted her emotional support animal from its comfy safe nest and ... pitched it headlong into the potty.

And flushed. Sent the creature whirling to the sewers below.

It is not clear to me what she did with the empty cage, afterwards. Perched it atop the trash can? Left it, wire door ajar, on the soggy restroom counter?

At any rate, she boarded her flight, Pebbles-less, and got to where she was going.

Once there, she lawyered up. To explore the possibility of suing the airline for -- wait for it -- emotional trauma.

Rather predictable, wouldn't you say? I'd give anything to read the complaint in that case, when it's filed. Perhaps it would go thusly:

Feeling she had no recourse, and faced with the harsh reality of missing her flight, client was forced to endure the emotionally shattering experience of flushing the very animal who existed to provide her with emotional support. And it was entirely the fault of the airline, ergo they are liable for causing client excessive distress and pain and suffering, and should be made accountable by law and should pay damages in the amount of $$$.

Or something like that. You get the general litigious idea.

As I read this tragic no-happy-ending story, Rizzo lay snoozing on my lap. I idly stroked his soft ears. Every now and then, he opened his eyes to gaze up at me, which he frequently does.

I thought about the day I rescued Rizzo rescued me, exactly fourteen months ago. Having lost my beloved Javier to old age and renal disease on April 11, 2016, I'd made it nearly nine months without a pet.

And I came to the realization that all pets are emotional support animals. Because whether you're a cat or a dog person, or any-other-kind-of-animal person, you wouldn't take on the considerable responsibility of caring for a pet if you didn't have a need for the special, unconditional love they give.

My Rizzo has never traveled on an airplane (I don't think); he whimpers when he's asked to hop aboard an automobile. He's not much of an adventurer; mostly he prefers to be either napping in the recliner, basking in warm sun on the deck, or snugly ensconced in my lap.

I do believe his favorite spot is in my lap. He likes for my hands to be on him -- rubbing, petting, scritching, massaging. He's insistent on this point. He needs me.

And I need him. There is no need for Rizzo to ever fear plumbing.

The only thing I fear when it comes to Rizzo, is the inevitable sad day (unless I go first) that he's no longer with me.

But I won't think about that.

Instead, join me in mourning for poor unfortunate Pebbles, the emotional support pet grounded from flight and subsequently dispatched to a watery grave, drowned out of desperation by her no-doubt distraught owner in a cold and lonely, echo-ey airport restroom.

Rest in peace, Pebbles.

Oh and ... your former owner already has a new, replacement hamster. Just so you know. 

*Dexter the peacock was not allowed to fly either. Even though his owner had bought him his own ticket. Boarding pass denied.

I don't know how Dexter got home but I hope that in the process, not one bright feather was harmed.

Whatever transpired, I'm reasonably sure that he was not flushed.

And that is all for now.


Happy Monday

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