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check your expectations at the door.


We're not big on logic

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

Not Without My Effects

My Compass Works Fine

The Courage Of Our Hearts




Daft Like Jack

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

And We'll Sing It All The Time
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    by Edward Klein
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    Hating Jesus: The American Left's War on Christianity
    by Matt Barber, Paul Hair
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    by Dr. Laura Schlessinger
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    by E. Merrill Root
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Easy On The Goods
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    starring Geoffrey Canada, Michelle Rhee
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    starring Bette Davis, Ernest Borgnine, Debbie Reynolds, Barry Fitzgerald, Rod Taylor
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    starring Barbara Stanwyck, Fred MacMurray, Beulah Bondi, Elizabeth Patterson, Sterling Holloway
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    The Ox-Bow Incident
    starring Henry Fonda, Dana Andrews, Mary Beth Hughes, Anthony Quinn, William Eythe
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    The Bad Seed
    starring Nancy Kelly, Patty McCormack, Henry Jones, Eileen Heckart, Evelyn Varden
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    Shadow of a Doubt
    starring Teresa Wright, Joseph Cotten, Macdonald Carey, Patricia Collinge, Henry Travers
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    The More The Merrier
    starring Jean Arthur, Joel McCrea, Charles Coburn, Bruce Bennett, Ann Savage
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    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
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    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
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    starring Fred MacMurray, Barbara Stanwyck, Edward G. Robinson, Porter Hall, Jean Heather
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    Ayn Rand and the Prophecy of Atlas Shrugged
    starring Gary Anthony Williams
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    Fat Sick & Nearly Dead
    Passion River
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    It Happened One Night (Remastered Black & White)
    starring Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert
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    Stella Dallas
    starring Barbara Stanwyck, John Boles, Anne Shirley, Barbara O'Neil, Alan Hale
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    The Iron Lady
    starring Meryl Streep, Jim Broadbent, Harry Lloyd, Anthony Head, Alexandra Roach
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    starring Peter Sallis, Anne Reid, Sally Lindsay, Melissa Collier, Sarah Laborde
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    starring Red Balloon
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    Stalag 17 (Special Collector's Edition)
    starring William Holden, Don Taylor, Otto Preminger, Robert Strauss, Harvey Lembeck
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    starring Ginger Rogers, Ray Milland
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    starring Frankie Muniz, Diane Lane, Luke Wilson, Kevin Bacon
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    starring Humphrey Bogart, Audrey Hepburn, William Holden, Walter Hampden, John Williams
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    starring Cary Grant, Myrna Loy, Shirley Temple, Rudy Vallee, Ray Collins
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So far so good

This weekend, TG and I will celebrate our fortieth wedding anniversary.

Our children and grandchildren will be on hand to mark the occasion with us.

You know that we know how to do that! And that there will be pictures.

But first, Dagny will turn five. On Friday.

Everyone will be in the house for that too. There will be a pool party with pizza and popcorn and presents and -- no doubt -- a cake.

On Saturday, we're assembling at Andrew and Brittany's place for steaks and salad bar and various fixings and trimmings.

Plus more swimming and some reminiscing and, knowing us, another cake.

Sunday, in addition to being Father's Day, is our actual anniversary. All of our children will be in church with us.

Afterwards, we're thinking of going out for lunch -- plus more presents and additional reminiscing.

Who knows? Maybe even more cake.

And after that?

To quote Mary Hatch Bailey: After that ... who cares?


Happy Wednesday


D-Day Plus 75 :: Never Forget


Happy Thursday  :: God Bless America

Asked and answered

So, let me tell you about the funny things people say to me.

This comes firmly under the heading, Ask a Silly Question ... well. You know the rest.

Allow me to elaborate.

A couple of weeks ago I was at Dollar Tree, shopping for tutor teaching aids and gift bags and whatnot.

As one does.

Whenever in DT I cruise by the books, because it's often pretty cool what's available for a dollar.

This time, I scored a couple of hardbacks to give as gifts, and was nothing if not pleased with myself.

In due time I angled my cart into the only open line and waited for my turn to be rung up.

My books were among the last things to be placed on the counter, so when the cashier -- a young man -- picked them up, I was busy sliding my debit card into the chip reader.

Whoa! I heard.

Glancing up, I observed the cashier holding one of my books in front of his face, staring at its cover in apparent shock.

He looked at me. Did you get this here? he wanted to know.

? ? ? ? ?

I had to clamp my jaws shut to keep from replying No; I'm in the habit of bringing stuff that I already own -- or that I bought somewhere else on my way here -- into stores with me, so that I can pay for them twice.

Of course I did not say that. I merely assured the cashier that (of course) I had gotten the book there.

But -- sixteen ninety-nine? He continued to clutch the book and study its cover in wonderment. For a dollar?

Uhm, yeeees, I answered carefully. Have you never checked out y'all's book aisle? Lots of bargains to be had there.

He shook his head and, with obvious reluctance, placed my books into a yellow plastic bag. I really think he believed something shady was going on.

But nothing more was said on the matter.

Oh dear. Do educate yourself, I thought as I wheeled my dollar-store finds out into the sunshine.

(Yes; I am inwardly snarky. Deal with it.)

So then, something similar happened only last Thursday.

Dagny and I had gone shopping for Erica's birthday cake.

Now, what you need to know in advance is that this cake was for Erica's second birthday party. We traditionally celebrate her birthday on Memorial Day -- with a cake, balloons, presents, the whole nine -- and this year was no exception.

Everybody was there -- even my parents -- and we dined on homemade pulled pork barbecue, baked beans, deviled eggs, cole slaw, fruit salad, ice cold watermelon, and Chocolate Delight (recipe to come later).

For the birthday treat, we had an assortment of bundtinis from Nothing Bundt Cakes.

We also had a reprise of the Blender Lemon Pie -- it turned out even better than last time -- and because I promised to show you a picture of that, here it is:

I know; right? Yeah. It's good.

But on Thursday -- Erica's actual birthday -- those of us who were on hand decided to have dinner together (salad with barbecued chicken) and she wanted another cake.

Earlier that day, Dagny and I set out to run the errands necessary to make that happen. First we had to stop by Costco, to pick up my new glasses. 

Do you like them? Thanks.

Then we went to Aldi because strawberries were on sale and I also wanted raspberries and blackberries and a watermelon.

The plan was to take our berries and melon home to the fridge before setting out for Publix to buy a six-inch birthday cake and a balloon.

But because you can't go anywhere in our newly-remodeled Aldi without walking the gauntlet with fresh baked goods on one side and cookies and candies on the other, the cakes caught our eye.

Dagny was vocal about the fact that she really liked the look of that 7-up cake. 

I was enthusiastic about the idea because it was three ninety-nine and I know from experience that you can't go wrong with anything from the Aldi bakery aisle.

And I envisioned the luscious ring cake with juicy strawberries all down in the center, and even more on the side. 

So we got the cake and the berries and the melon, but alas they do not sell mylar birthday balloons at Aldi.

(BTW did you know that there is a national helium shortage? So weird. This is only a theory but it may be due to the fact that our Dagny, who will have been on this earth for five years on June fourteenth, sounds when she talks -- which she does more or less constantly -- as though she has just inhaled a small amount of helium. Not enough to make her feet leave the floor, but enough that her voice is semi-chipmunkish.)

Once back at the ranch, berries and melon safe in the refrigerator and the cake waiting on the countertop, Dagny announced that she didn't want to go with me to fetch the balloon.

Her mother was working on some things at my house, and Dag said she'd rather stay there.

The closest place to grab a balloon was Kroger, so off I went.

Once there, I decided to get even more strawberries, plus some red grapes and various salad items, which we run out of every few days because TG and I enjoy salads practically every night.

In the floral department, in addition to a balloon, I picked out a small bouquet of flowers for Erica.

I chose a balloon featuring birthday greetings from three begoggled, overalled, yellow thumb-shaped minions for my daughter, who is in her early thirties.

Let it never be said that we are not young at heart.

The balloon on its weight was secured to my grocery cart, where it floated overhead as I proceeded to the checkout line.

One of my items in said cart, along with the flowers and grapes and strawberries and lettuce and grape tomatoes, was the piece of cardboard in an envelope of clear cellophane, that had served as packaging for my balloon prior to its inhalation of helium.

The employee who'd decanted the precious helium into my balloon and affixed a length of spring-green curling ribbon to it, had said to present that card to the cashier in order to have my purchase rung up.

And, once it was my turn, the cashier (yet another young man) did that. But then, when all of my items had been scanned and it was time to pay, he paused.

Are you getting that balloon today too? he politely inquired, pointing in the direction of the floating minions.

? ? ? ? ?

No; I figured I'd just ask for it to be inflated with helium and then brazenly steal it, I wanted to say.


Uhm, yeeees, I said. And you've already rung it up.

He looked bewildered. He knew he had not scanned the birthday minions held aloft by helium in short supply.

Then the nickel dropped.

Oh! Oh yes! I remember now! he effused, gesturing towards the card encased in cellophane -- the one he'd scanned a few moments before.

Mmmmkay, I thought but did not say.

The cashier bagged my produce and I went out into the sunshine with my flowers, fruits, vegetables, and minions.

Later that evening Audrey, Dagny, Chad, Erica, TG, and I enjoyed time in and around the pool, a dinner of salad with barbecued chicken, and a birthday party complete with 7-up cake, strawberries, and Dunkin' Decaf coffee, on a table decorated with fresh flowers and a minion balloon swaying over our heads.

Isn't that special? And shall we now bring on the June birthdays?

I know. What silly questions.

And that is all for now.


Happy Monday :: Happy June


Wednesday Words


Happy Wednesday

About that pie recipe

I promised you the recipe for Blender Lemon Pie.

When I saw this recipe on a cooking blog, I knew right away it was going to be a favorite.

On account of, it takes less than five minutes to throw together. A trained monkey could do it.

Certainly a five-year-old could do it. In fact, I'm going to teach Dagny to make this soon, to prove that.

I guess lemon desserts are my favorite -- even over chocolate, depending on the day -- so in addition to how easy it was to make, that was one huge thing in its favor as far as I was concerned.

I mean, when you make your own Blender Lemon Pie (which I just know you will), you'll agree that although it's anything but a fancy dish -- it could even be described as rustic -- its beauty and tastiness is impressively out of proportion with how easy it is to prepare.

So here you go:




4 eggs

1/2 cup butter, melted

1 and 1/4 cups sugar

1 whole lemon, quartered and de-seeded

Splash of vanilla extract

1 prepared (or store-bought) pie crust

Powdered sugar and lemon slice for garnish


Preheat oven to 350 degrees

Pat pie crust into pie plate and crimp the edges

Into your blender place eggs, melted butter, sugar, vanilla, and the entire lemon

Blend everything until smooth -- a few seconds is all it takes

Pour into crust and bake for about 45 minutes* or until reasonably "set"

(it will continue to set up while cooling)

Allow pie to cool thoroughly** before garnishing with powdered sugar and a lemon twist

*It took my pie about 55 minutes to get to the point where I felt it was just unset enough in the middle, to get all the way done while cooling. For the extra ten minutes, I placed a piece of foil over the top because the crust was exactly right after 45 minutes.

**I refrigerated my pie overnight.

I added the powdered sugar and lemon twist just before serving.


When I made the pie for Mother's Day, I forgot to take a picture of it. Apologies. I would have made another one just for this post, but then TG and I would have had to eat it and we don't have dessert except on special occasions.

No; I couldn't think of anyone to whom I'd give an entire pie. 

TG mentioned that this reminded him of lemon bars; it's basically a simple custard, but the lemon zing is very prevalent. It's nice and tart and plenty sweet.

Let me know if you make a Blender Lemon Pie!

Also I think it'd be fun to make it with limes (I'd probably use two), and to slather whipped cream all over the top. When I do that, I'll take a picture for you.

And that is all for now.


Happy Tuesday


Spring parties eternal

Easter Sunday 2019

Mercy. I am so very dilatory in telling you about our latest round(s) of pawtying.*

Before I can tell about Mother's Day -- which was a prodigious occasion in every way -- we've got to back up a few weeks, to Easter.

I thought I had told you about Easter, and shown you too. 

But I was wrong.

So here goes.

I remember making a spiral-cut ham that we bought at Costco. Also deviled eggs. Someone brought macaroni and cheese.

I'm having trouble recalling anything else about that day, except that as usual for a Sunday, we all went to church.

After morning services we pressganged a friend into taking family pictures with Brittany's phone.

My girls and I again wore black, as per usual. Erica spiced up her ensemble with white, and she and I both wore cobalt-blue suede shoes. We didn't plan it.

Easter Sunday 2019

Make of that what you will; just stay off of them. The shoes, that is.

Back at home, my table was decorated with an assortment of bunnies. 

Although I know that Easter celebrates the resurrection of our Lord, it's still fun to put bunnies all around.

Audrey had found Peter Rabbit napkins which thrilled Dagny, who loves having Beatrix Potter read to her.

Have you had Sanders Dark Chocolate Sea Salt Caramels yet?

They're to be found at Costco.

Don't even finish this post. Go directly to your nearest Costco -- even if it's three counties (or three states) away -- and buy some of these.

If you don't have a Costco account, get one. Or use a friend's.

Then buy some of these.

Trust me; you need this candy in your life.

Shortly after Easter 2019 passed into history, TG and I went to Nashville. I know I've told you about that. Remember the sheep?

We came home and then, in two shakes of a lamb's tail, it was Mother's Day. Once again we all went to church together.

Easter Sunday 2019

But alas, no après-worship pictures were taken; we were anxious to get home and enjoy another glorious repast.

This time it was my homemade extra-rustic chicken salad served on Costco-sized croissants, deviled eggs, a fabulous fruit salad put together by the girls, Lay's lightly salted potato chips (TG's favorite), assorted soft drinks, and coffee.

To finish us off we had two desserts: homemade Lemon Blender Pie (I will give you that recipe within the week because trust me, you need it as much as you need that caramel candy) and strawberry-cream-cheese stuffed-croissant French toast.

You read that correctly. At Audrey's behest (she found the recipe) I made a filling of cream cheese, diced strawberries, confectioners sugar, and lemon zest. I stuffed those huge croissants with the filling, dipped them in a wash of eggs and heavy cream seasoned with cinnamon and a dash of salt, and grilled them in a skillet of sizzling butter.

Hallelujah. You'll be wanting to try that.

Then there were the gifts.

I'd already received presents on Friday from my own mother and sister, when Audrey and Dagny and I drove to the upstate to have lunch with them.

I was given several soap items -- foaming hand soaps as well as scented luxury bar soaps -- this year. I can't get enough scented soap; I am pretty much a soap freak.

On Saturday morning there was a box of gorgeous roses on my doorstep, sent by Chad and Erica.

On Sunday I received more roses from Andrew and Brittany. I also got a beautiful bracelet, a jar for making cold brew coffee, an antique-look hummingbird feeder, a Kate Spade pencil pouch, and a lovely coffee mug.

I made my first batch of cold brew coffee today. Mixed with heavy cream, it tastes like chocolate milk.

I'm in trouble. I'll probably never sleep again.

The antique-look hummingbird feeder is hanging outside the kitchen window, brimming with nectar. No takers yet.

Next scheduled pawty? Memorial Day, when we have our annual patriotic start-of-summer cookout/swimming bash, on which day we also celebrate our Erica's birthday.

After that? Let's see ...

Oh! Two weeks later it's Dagny's fifth birthday, Father's Day, and TG's and my fortieth wedding anniversary all in the same three-day time frame.

And yes; everyone will be on hand for the whole shooting match.

Fasten your seatbelts; it's going to be a bumpy night.

There will be cake crumbs. And more pictures. And more presents. And much merrymaking.

Meanwhile, we are having the sort of weather you dream of. A high today of seventy-five, with low humidity and balmy breezes.

If you stop by and I don't answer the bell, it's because Rizzo and I are gone for walkies.

Easter Sunday 2019

But we'll be back shortly, so have a seat on the front porch until we come into view.

And that is all for now.

*"pawty" is a term coined by my friend Cheryl to describe we Webers' penchant for near-constant elaborate celebrations of anything and anyone we can think of, haaaha.


Happy Tuesday :: Happy New Week


Here's looking at ewe, kid


I'd apologize for having been MIA for so long, but love means never having to say you're sorry.

click to embiggen

At least that's what I've heard. And I do love you.

Either way, I'm here now after a most busy and distracted/distracting two weeks.

Last week was consumed with preparing for, and going on, a golf trip to Nashville.

No; I do not play golf. But TG does, and he has been participating in this friends-only tournament for three years.

It's guys from "back in the day" when we lived in the Chicagoland area. Most of the fellows were students of TG's and also on the team during the fifteen years he coached basketball.

One of the men at the tournament stood as a groomsman for TG in our wedding forty years ago.

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Another of the group -- one of the founding members of the event -- passed away on April 11th, at the age of 58. The tournament has officially been re-named a memorial, in his honor.

So it was good to see everyone.

And in case you're wondering -- yes! I was the only wife who attended. The guys took it really well.

Our group stayed in the cottages at Hermitage Golf Course -- two bedrooms per cottage, each with en suite bath, plus a spacious living area with kitchenette, and a rocking-chair-equipped screened porch overlooking the links.

We shared our cottage with two gentlemen I've known since they were teenagers -- actually I am only five years older than them, but that's a lot when you're a teenager -- but nobody was uncomfortable, because of the privacy afforded by the separate bedrooms with their own baths.

Also because the guys hit the links every morning by eight o'clock, and as a rule I don't get up before eight o'clock.

(Dagny, who will be starting school in August, will have to get used to rising early. School starts at eight o'clock, you know, her mother told her. I'm scared of eight o'clock, Dagny replied.)

Yeah. Me too.

Speaking of which, this very morning -- due to recent circumstances, my first day to really rest with no pressure to get up and do anything at all in well over a week -- our neighbor whose house and yard is directly across the street, had contracted with a tree service to have a tree taken down.

Our bedroom is at the front of the house.

Wait for it.

At PRECISELY eight o'clock this morning, they fired up the chain saws and the wood chipper. Logs began thumping to the ground amidst much shouting and truly incredibly loud machinery noise.

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These days I am awake for a couple of hours around dawn. Why don't you just go ahead and get up if you're awake, you may be thinking -- or even asking out loud.

Because I don't want to. I want to wait and see if I can go back to sleep. Let me handle this.

Usually, if I don't achieve a state of at least semi-consciousness by eight o'clock, I do get up. But this morning around eight, I was pleasantly drifting back out, towards dreamland. I was so tired.

And then the tree-cutting noise began.

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It sounded as though that wood chipper was in the room with me. What am I saying? It sounded like it was in my ear.

Yes; it was frustrating. The struggle is frighteningly real.

A long coffee hour was required to get me in condition to take Rizzo for his walk.


I wanted to tell you about the sheep at Hermitage Golf Course in Nashville.

There are forty of them -- Scottish Black Face is their breed -- and they roam the gorgeous golf course at will, grazing and hanging out.

Here's a beautiful two-minute video that shows how impressive they are:

The cottages are decorated throughout with the sheep motif. There are sheep throw pillows on the beds. A large sheep graphic adorns the wall in the living area.

The tee areas are marked with metal sheep. You can buy a sheep driver cover in the pro shop.

On the first day we were there, TG arranged with the staff of said pro shop to grant me the use of a golf cart so that I could go in search of the sheep. To take their picture and make their acquaintance.

It took me forty minutes to find the forty sheep, but find them I did.

And it was worth the wait. They were wonderful. Newly shorn, but still cute as little buttons.

There were several who looked to be just about to drop little lambies -- in fact, on the last day the gentlemen played, on the tenth tee they heard a plaintive baaaa and looked to see that one heavily expecting ewe had been quarantined in a pen by herself. To wait.

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The next day, when I was driving a cart around to take pictures of our guys golfing, I saw the geese and goslings.

Speaking of mamas and babies -- and waiting -- our Brittany is expecting.

Maybe you'd already figured that out.

We will have a new little baby in early December. A Christmas gift.

Such happiness, I cannot tell you. Andrew is ecstatic and Brittany is glowing.

They've already bought their baby a tiny sleeper to wear, in a neutral color because they don't yet know the gender.

With that I wish you a joyous Mother's Day and, leading up to Sunday, a pleasant and productive week.

On Tuesday morning, if the neighbor's trees have been granted one more day to live, I plan to sleep late.

Even if that means only until eight fifteen. 

And that is all for now.


Happy Tuesday


Wednesday Words


For your mid-week, here's a snippet by my favorite poet: Emily Dickinson.

A better lengthier post will be coming your way tomorrow.

Until then, dwell in possibility!


Happy Wednesday