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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!

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= 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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    Elements Series: Fire
    by Peter Kater
  • Danny Wright Healer of Hearts
    Danny Wright Healer of Hearts
    by Danny Wright
  • Grace
    Old World Records
  • The Hymns Collection (2 Disc Set)
    The Hymns Collection (2 Disc Set)
    Stone Angel Music, Inc.
  • Always Near - A Romantic Collection
    Always Near - A Romantic Collection
    Real Music
  • Copia
    Temporary Residence Ltd.
  • The Poet: Romances for Cello
    The Poet: Romances for Cello
    Spring Hill Music
  • Nightfall
    Narada Productions, Inc.
  • Rachmaninoff plays Rachmaninoff
    Rachmaninoff plays Rachmaninoff
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    The Pity Party: A Mean-Spirited Diatribe Against Liberal Compassion
    by William Voegeli
  • The Art of Memoir
    The Art of Memoir
    by Mary Karr
  • The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson's Envelope Poems
    The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson's Envelope Poems
    by Emily Dickinson
  • Among The Dead: My Years in The Port Mortuary
    Among The Dead: My Years in The Port Mortuary
    by John W. Harper
  • On Writing Well, 30th Anniversary Edition: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction
    On Writing Well, 30th Anniversary Edition: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction
    by William Zinsser
  • Green Hell: How Environmentalists Plan to Control Your Life and What You Can Do to Stop Them
    Green Hell: How Environmentalists Plan to Control Your Life and What You Can Do to Stop Them
    by Steven Milloy
  • The Amateur
    The Amateur
    by Edward Klein
  • Hating Jesus: The American Left's War on Christianity
    Hating Jesus: The American Left's War on Christianity
    by Matt Barber, Paul Hair
  • In Praise of Stay-at-Home Moms
    In Praise of Stay-at-Home Moms
    by Dr. Laura Schlessinger
  • Where Are They Buried (Revised and Updated): How Did They Die? Fitting Ends and Final Resting Places of the Famous, Infamous, and Noteworthy
    Where Are They Buried (Revised and Updated): How Did They Die? Fitting Ends and Final Resting Places of the Famous, Infamous, and Noteworthy
    by Tod Benoit
  • Bird Brains: The Intelligence of Crows, Ravens, Magpies, and Jays
    Bird Brains: The Intelligence of Crows, Ravens, Magpies, and Jays
    by Candace Savage
  • Gifts of the Crow: How Perception, Emotion, and Thought Allow Smart Birds to Behave Like Humans
    Gifts of the Crow: How Perception, Emotion, and Thought Allow Smart Birds to Behave Like Humans
    by John Marzluff Ph.D., Tony Angell
  • Righteous Indignation: Excuse Me While I Save the World!
    Righteous Indignation: Excuse Me While I Save the World!
    by Andrew Breitbart
  • 11 Principles of a Reagan Conservative
    11 Principles of a Reagan Conservative
    by Paul Kengor
  • Mind of the Raven: Investigations and Adventures with Wolf-Birds
    Mind of the Raven: Investigations and Adventures with Wolf-Birds
    by Bernd Heinrich
  • Talking Heads: The Vent Haven Portraits
    Talking Heads: The Vent Haven Portraits
    by Matthew Rolston
  • Mortuary Confidential: Undertakers Spill the Dirt
    Mortuary Confidential: Undertakers Spill the Dirt
    by Todd Harra, Ken McKenzie
  • America's Steadfast Dream
    America's Steadfast Dream
    by E. Merrill Root
  • Good Dog, Carl : A Classic Board Book
    Good Dog, Carl : A Classic Board Book
    by Alexandra Day
  • Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation
    Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation
    by Lynne Truss
  • The American Way of Death Revisited
    The American Way of Death Revisited
    by Jessica Mitford
  • In Six Days : Why Fifty Scientists Choose to Believe in Creation
    In Six Days : Why Fifty Scientists Choose to Believe in Creation
    Master Books
  • Architects of Ruin: How big government liberals wrecked the global economy---and how they will do it again if no one stops them
    Architects of Ruin: How big government liberals wrecked the global economy---and how they will do it again if no one stops them
    by Peter Schweizer
  • Grave Influence: 21 Radicals and Their Worldviews That Rule America From the Grave
    Grave Influence: 21 Radicals and Their Worldviews That Rule America From the Grave
    by Brannon Howse
  • Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow: The Tragic Courtship and Marriage of Paul Laurence Dunbar and Alice Ruth Moore
    Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow: The Tragic Courtship and Marriage of Paul Laurence Dunbar and Alice Ruth Moore
    by Eleanor Alexander
Easy On The Goods
  • Waiting for
    Waiting for "Superman"
    starring Geoffrey Canada, Michelle Rhee
  • The Catered Affair (Remastered)
    The Catered Affair (Remastered)
    starring Bette Davis, Ernest Borgnine, Debbie Reynolds, Barry Fitzgerald, Rod Taylor
  • Bernie
    starring Jack Black, Shirley MacLaine, Matthew McConaughey
  • Remember the Night
    Remember the Night
    starring Barbara Stanwyck, Fred MacMurray, Beulah Bondi, Elizabeth Patterson, Sterling Holloway
  • The Ox-Bow Incident
    The Ox-Bow Incident
    starring Henry Fonda, Dana Andrews, Mary Beth Hughes, Anthony Quinn, William Eythe
  • The Bad Seed
    The Bad Seed
    starring Nancy Kelly, Patty McCormack, Henry Jones, Eileen Heckart, Evelyn Varden
  • Shadow of a Doubt
    Shadow of a Doubt
    starring Teresa Wright, Joseph Cotten, Macdonald Carey, Patricia Collinge, Henry Travers
  • The More The Merrier
    The More The Merrier
    starring Jean Arthur, Joel McCrea, Charles Coburn, Bruce Bennett, Ann Savage
  • Act of Valor
    Act of Valor
    starring Alex Veadov, Roselyn Sanchez, Nestor Serrano
  • Deep Water
    Deep Water
    starring Tilda Swinton, Donald Crowhurst, Jean Badin, Clare Crowhurst, Simon Crowhurst
  • Sunset Boulevard
    Sunset Boulevard
    starring William Holden, Gloria Swanson, Erich Von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, Fred Clark
  • Penny Serenade
    Penny Serenade
    starring Cary Grant, Irene Dunne, Edgar Buchanan, Beulah Bondi
  • Double Indemnity
    Double Indemnity
    starring Fred MacMurray, Barbara Stanwyck, Edward G. Robinson, Porter Hall, Jean Heather
  • Ayn Rand and the Prophecy of Atlas Shrugged
    Ayn Rand and the Prophecy of Atlas Shrugged
    starring Gary Anthony Williams
  • Fat Sick & Nearly Dead
    Fat Sick & Nearly Dead
    Passion River
  • It Happened One Night (Remastered Black & White)
    It Happened One Night (Remastered Black & White)
    starring Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert
  • Stella Dallas
    Stella Dallas
    starring Barbara Stanwyck, John Boles, Anne Shirley, Barbara O'Neil, Alan Hale
  • The Iron Lady
    The Iron Lady
    starring Meryl Streep, Jim Broadbent, Harry Lloyd, Anthony Head, Alexandra Roach
  • Wallace & Gromit: The Complete Collection (4 Disc Set)
    Wallace & Gromit: The Complete Collection (4 Disc Set)
    starring Peter Sallis, Anne Reid, Sally Lindsay, Melissa Collier, Sarah Laborde
  • The Red Balloon (Released by Janus Films, in association with the Criterion Collection)
    The Red Balloon (Released by Janus Films, in association with the Criterion Collection)
    starring Red Balloon
  • Stalag 17 (Special Collector's Edition)
    Stalag 17 (Special Collector's Edition)
    starring William Holden, Don Taylor, Otto Preminger, Robert Strauss, Harvey Lembeck
  • The Major and the Minor (Universal Cinema Classics)
    The Major and the Minor (Universal Cinema Classics)
    starring Ginger Rogers, Ray Milland
  • My Dog Skip
    My Dog Skip
    starring Frankie Muniz, Diane Lane, Luke Wilson, Kevin Bacon
  • Sabrina
    starring Humphrey Bogart, Audrey Hepburn, William Holden, Walter Hampden, John Williams
  • The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer
    The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer
    starring Cary Grant, Myrna Loy, Shirley Temple, Rudy Vallee, Ray Collins
  • Pirates of the Caribbean - The Curse of the Black Pearl (Two-Disc Collector's Edition)
    Pirates of the Caribbean - The Curse of the Black Pearl (Two-Disc Collector's Edition)
    starring Johnny Depp, Geoffrey Rush, Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley, Jack Davenport
  • Now, Voyager (Keepcase)
    Now, Voyager (Keepcase)
    starring Bette Davis, Paul Henreid, Claude Rains, Gladys Cooper, John Loder
  • The Trip To Bountiful
    The Trip To Bountiful
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    Hold Back the Dawn [DVD] Charles Boyer; Olivia de Havilland; Paulette Goddard
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There are but two months of the year within which someone in our immediate family does not have a birthday.

Those months are July and November.

But give us time.

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As for the other months, the two with the most birthdays -- three each -- are March and June.

We have one each in January (TG), February (Little Andrew), April (Allissa), August (Grandpa Henry), September (Stephanie), October (Brittany), and December (Melanie).

We have two in May: Joel on the first day and Erica on the next-to-last.

We have three in June: Dagny, Chad, and my mother.

And we have three in March: me, Audrey, and Andrew.

I lead off in March each year, and for someone who once had a birthday party given in their honor to which no guests came, I do pretty well, thanks to my loving and generous family.

Then at the tail-end of March we celebrate Audrey and Andrew, who were born exactly six years and one week apart.

This year we had one party for Audrey only, on her actual birthday. Everyone attended except for our Brittany, who was out of town -- but her little brother, Garrett, was staying with Andrew for a few days and he came along.

(Garrett is a kind and considerate young man of 13 with a sweet smile and lovely manners. He played Legos with Dagny so patiently while waiting for the meal to be served, that she is still asking when Garrett's coming back.)

Since most of us are pretty serious about eating low-carb (until it comes to dessert), we had London broil and plenty of salad, along with baked potatoes for the men, who need more carbs than we ladies.

After supper, we had cake and cupcakes and coffee.

Notice my bunny-on-his-back cake stand. There's a story behind him.

About a year ago, I came across this bunny on Amazon. I was so taken with him that I read most of the reviews by those who had purchased one.

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Although the reviews were all positive, one lady who'd bought the bunny cautioned would-be buyers to be aware of his size.

This bunny is maybe four inches high and the plate is six inches across.

In other words, not a full-sized cake plate. Even though, when you look at a picture of him on Amazon without any treats on the plate, he appears to be big enough to hold a regular cake.

But it wasn't his size that made me demur and ultimately not buy him. It was his price.

What was it? you may ask. But I don't know. I don't remember what it was; I only remember that it was too much.

Or, more than I was willing to pay for a tiny bunny cupcake stand.

Fast forward about a year, to a few weeks ago. Audrey and I were at TJ Maxx -- one of our favorite haunts. I was not looking for a cake stand or, in fact, anything in the way of dishes.

But on an Easter display table at the front of the store, I saw the tiny bunny cake stand that had captivated me on Amazon.

And guess how much he was? Seven ninety-nine.


I checked that night to see what the bunny had been (and still is) on Amazon: Twenty-three ninety-nine.

So ... twenty-four dollars or one-third that amount? I'll take the latter. And I did, and yes, I feel as though I scored quite the retail coup there.

On Audrey's birthday, she and Dagny hung out with me for a good part of the day. We went to Publix for her birthday balloon, and fresh flowers (which she loves), and for a six-inch cake to display on the bunny plate.

We also got six chocolate-frosted cupcakes. Just enough for everyone at the dinner to have a little something sweet, with no (or very few) leftovers.

Turns out there was one cupcake left (I gave it to Garrett to enjoy later), and a small slice of the cake (which I sent home with Audrey).

The following Tuesday, in Andrew's birthday week if not on the actual day, we all met out at his and Brittany's place for the second party. 

I had saved back a few of Audrey's presents so she'd have more to open. And of course, there were gifts for Andrew.

He cooked chicken and hamburgers on the grill in his outdoor kitchen. It has been so cool this spring, though! And damp too. So we did not sit outside but rather gathered indoors, around the fireplace.

The meal was simple but delicious and Erica had brought pies -- cherry and pecan -- for dessert. We made coffee and everyone chowed down on slices of pie before the honorees opened their gifts.

Yes; we make sort of a big deal about birthdays. I guess it's my fault because I'm the one who drives it, but I feel as though everyone ought to be made to feel special on their birthday.

It's only one day a year.

Until the next one. Which for us, is a few weeks hence, on Tax Day ... when we will gather in Charlotte with our North Carolina kinfolk to celebrate Allissa turning eleven.

I've already got her presents, and most of them are wrapped and ready to go.

The cool weather continues ... this morning while I drank my coffee, it was thirty-eight degrees with a steady rain.

We didn't have many days like that even when it was winter.

The dogwoods and azaleas were thrashing and shivering, but not to worry. They'll be basking in warmth and bright sunshine again in a day or two.

And that is all for now.


Happy Tuesday


Wednesday Words


Happy Wednesday

Dagny contributes a verse

Audrey sent me this picture.

It seems that our Dagny created the above tableau and requested that a photo of said scene be sent directly to Mamaw "for the blog."

Isn't that just the cree most creative thing you've seen in a long time?

There may be genius lurking behind that pretty face.

Seriously, though ... after contemplating whether to suggest that we immediately contact a kiddie psychologist, I concluded that Dagny simply watches perhaps more than her fair share of Elsa and Anna YouTubes.

And has been corrupted inspired by these small but mighty, vinyl but vivacious ... influencers.

Ergo this -- ahem -- art installation should be taken at face value.

No cause for alarm.

I'm sure.

All the same, I'm going to lie down.

And that is all for now.


Happy Monday


Poe me some more

When I returned home from Baltimore, in a fit of renewed fangirl fanaticism I ordered a Poe mug and Poe-ka-Dot socks that had been on my Amazon wish list since last fall.

I had put them there to give the family inexpensive gift ideas. They bought me even nicer stuff instead.

But I had rewards credits to spend, so I got the socks and the mug and have been enjoying both more than I should.

The coffee is a given in any weather but it's been right chilly here, and I've needed those socks.

Would you look at that whorl of steam I captured (not by any talent I possess, but still) with my phone, as the freshly perked coffee went into that mug?

Sometimes I have to stop and marvel.

Speaking of marveling, there is the beauty of my two younger daughters to gaze upon each Sunday, when we're all at church together.

This past Sunday, we were all wearing black. Like a congress of ravens. Did you know that if we were actual ravens and had bad intentions, we'd be called an unkindness of ravens? Or a conspiracy of ravens? It's the raven equivalent to a murder of crows. 

Now I should throw in here, I wear black ninety-five percent of the time. It's my favorite color. Ravenesque.

My girls wear it a lot too so it's not really unusual to see all of us wearing black at the same time. We consider it fashionable rather than funereal.

(In this case, I had chosen a skirt that was brown with a flocked black velvet pattern, so I wasn't totally blacked out. The necessary pop of color was added by my handbag, which was mustard yellow.)

But in a wrinkle that's almost unheard of on any particular day, Audrey and Erica were wearing identical sweaters.

Back to those Christmas wish lists. Audrey had this black crushed-velvet sweater on hers last year.

So naturally, Erica bought it for her. But unlike me, who left it to the fates as to whether I'd receive the Poe mug and Poe-ka-Dot socks, Audrey wasn't willing to risk not getting that sweater.

She bought it for herself. To wear during the Christmas season.

Erica, when she learned of the situation, did what any girl would do: she hung the superfluous sweater in her own closet.

And they forgot to text one another on Sunday, to determine whether the coast was clear to wear it without twinning.

But I thought it was utterly charming -- they say twinning is winning -- so we pressed Brittany into service, to take these pictures of us together.

It's fitting that I show them to you today, because today is Audrey's birthday.

We will be celebrating her all day, and having a party tonight, and another party next Tuesday to further honor her and also Andrew, whose birthday is one week from today.

My spring babies! Three of my four came in spring and I think that's the loveliest time to have a baby.

So I think I'll Poe another cup and think about that some more, before getting busy.

And that is all for now.


Happy Weekend :: Happy Spring


Poetry. Prose. Poes.

I promised to tell you what I did for my birthday -- after the first wave of parties, on which I've already reported.

Well here you go: TG took me to Baltimore, to visit the grave of Edgar Allan Poe.

That's me (the first picture -- not the second) on the afternoon of my birthday, paying my respects to the author of The Raven.

It may not seem like much to you, but to me it was a big deal.

I mean, consider that my car -- a black Cadillac -- is nicknamed The Raven. Its license plate is NVRMORE. And there's a stuffed raven in the back window. Which shall be lifted nevermore!

(Although, said raven was lifted out so as to receive a sprucing up via spray-painting before we left South Carolina bound for Virginia and Maryland.)

(He'd faded in the South Carolina sun. Yes; TG taped over his eyes and beak so as to leave them shiny.)

And so it was that, on the day before my birthday, we set out for Richmond, Virginia.

There's a historic cemetery in Richmond that I'd wanted to visit for many years. Three presidents are buried there. I'll tell you about that on another day, and show you many pictures.

On my birthday we had a leisurely morning and then continued on to Baltimore, arriving there at around four in the afternoon.

We went straight to Poe's grave, even before checking in to our hotel.

TG let me out at the curb because traffic was heavy, and went to find a parking spot, which took longer than either of us would have liked.

It was extremely cold and windy. I was not dressed warmly enough so, after spending about fifteen minutes with EAP, I began walking quickly around, taking pictures.

The Gothic Revival Westminster Hall was once a Presbyterian church; now the building is used only for secular purposes. The Burying Ground, which surrounds it, is meticulously maintained.

There are some late eighteenth-century graves as well as many from the early part of the nineteenth century. 

The graves wrap all the way around the church and even continue in a crawl space under a breezeway, where I was bent nearly double in order to take a few pictures. For you!

Not to worry; it was well-lit because it goes all the way through to the front of the church.

Where there are yet more graves.

Edgar Allan Poe's grave and monument is situated directly inside an ornate black wrought iron gate, just a few feet from the corner of Fayette and Greene Streets in downtown Baltimore.

He is flanked by his mother-in-law, Maria Poe Clemm (who was also his aunt) and his wife, Virginia Clemm Poe (who was also his cousin). Their epitaphs appear on the sides of his monument.

They're three Poes in a pod. 

Edgar Allan Poe died at the age of forty, in October of 1849. Virginia predeceased him in January of 1847, at the age of twenty-four. She died of tuberculosis; the exact cause of Poe's demise remains a mystery.

Less than a week after Poe collapsed on Lombard Street in Baltimore and was taken to the Washington Medical College, where he died after four days of fever and delirium, he was placed in an unmarked grave in the rear of Westminster Presbyterian Church, about a hundred yards from where he is now interred.

He lay in that grave from 1849 until 1875, when concerned citizens who had labored for twelve years to raise the money for a new and better resting place and a monument befitting his stature, moved Poe to the front of the burying ground. 

On Poe's otherwise flawless monument, the wrong date is given for his birth -- it's January 19, 1809, but is listed as January 20.

Later, a proper stone was placed on a plot that purports to be Poe's original burial site. It lists the date when he was placed in that grave two days after his death, until the date his remains were moved to his new seat on the front row.

Also in the cemetery are many of Poe's relatives other than his mother-in-law and wife, including his brother, William Henry Leonard Poe (also a writer), and his grandfather, David Poe, Sr.

What a treat it was to spend an hour among them, and others whose lives are commemorated there.

There's lots more to tell about our trip, but I'll save it for another day.

And that is all for now.


Happy Tuesday


Wednesday Words


Happy Wednesday

It began with a biscuit

I had a birthday this past week. It was on Thursday.

Thank you!

So, the celebrations began last Sunday -- although they commenced sort of by accident.

Allow me to elaborate.

TG and I, together with any of our children who wish to tag along, have been going out for after-church Sunday lunch to many of the different breakfast restaurants in Columbia.

As in, places that are open only for breakfast (although they serve it until two or three o'clock in the afternoon).

Starting about six months ago, we've been to Le Peep in the Vista; The Original Pancake House at Trenholm Plaza on Forest Drive; Eggs Up Grill in Ballentine; Creekside Cafe and Cafe Strudel in Lexington, and the Just Us Cafe in Cayce.

Also Cracker Barrel in Irmo, but that's more or less a default place for Sunday lunch unless we get adventurous.

Last Sunday, our chosen Sunday-lunch-in-the-form-of-breakfast venue was the Just Us Cafe, which I'd been wanting to visit for a long time.

Our son-in-law Chad, who grew up in the Columbia area, knows ALL the great places to get breakfast. It was he who, several months ago, vouched for Just Us Cafe and encouraged us to add it to our burgeoning list.

At Just Us, it's casual. When you walk in, there's a gumball machine by the door. On top of the gumball machine is a mangled spiral notebook with about ten pages of college-ruled paper left in it.

A plastic ballpoint pen sits on top.

You grab the pen and sign in -- name and number in your party -- and then get in line.

The line snakes from the door all the way the length of the full-service counter, practically to the back door near the restrooms.

We waited about fifteen minutes for a table.

The food was delicious, and as I consumed the last crumbs of my breakfast, I told our server as much. In fact, I described it as a sublime experience and said it made me particularly happy because it was my birthday week.

She lit up like a little old firefly. What's your name? she said.

I told her and she trotted away. She was back a few minutes later with a biscuit for me, with a pink birthday candle -- lit -- sticking out of it. 

And then you won't believe what happened. At our server's prompting, the entire restaurant full of people sang Happy Birthday to me.

That's right! Everyone stopped eating and sang, using my actual name after the word dear. And the place was packed out!

I held up my flaming biscuit while dozens of faces turned towards me and sang -- with a great deal of enthusiasm, I must say, since none of them knew me from Adam's off ox.

my birthday cod

Only in the South.

Of couse, I could not eat the biscuit -- fluffy and still-warm as it was. I'd just finished a fluffy and still-warm Belgian waffle, three perfectly scrambled eggs, and two sausage patties the size of coasters.

Plus at least three cups of coffee.

The next night, my children threw my actual birthday party -- this one at Sun Ming, my favorite Chinese restaurant.

There were ten of us around the big round table with the lazy Susan in the middle. Chad's parents joined us too.

We feasted on Kung Pao Chicken, General Tso's Chicken, Chow Steak Kew, Sesame Chicken, Orange Chicken, Tip Par Beef, Ginger Chicken, steamed broccoli, jasmine rice, and egg fried rice. 

My on-the-house birthday treat that evening -- served along with the fortune cookies -- was a bowl filled with chunks of juicy cantaloupe melon. Several of us ate some, and I took the rest home for my breakfast the next morning.

Back at the house, we had cupcakes, lemon meringue pie, and decaf Cafe Bustelo. Also presents!

As usual, everyone was so kind and generous. Erica got me the cleverest birthday cod. Audrey's card featured a possum being borne aloft by a birthday balloon.

Andrew and Brittany gave me a Little Hippo Letter Board (I'd been wanting one of those) and a glass skull treat jar. (I stashed some chocolate-filled croissants behind the skull's leering grin.)

I received a beautiful pen (I am so fond of pens) and a new notebook to doodle in, and stationery cards, and jewelry, and various other wonderful gifts.

My birthday was still three days away.

What happened on my actual birthday? On Thursday? You may want to know.

I'll tell you later. It's pretty special.

But you'll have to wait because that is all for now.


Happy Weekend



Nightly freeze warnings continue for Columbia ... hence the oversized plastic bags still swaddling our chunky poolside planters.

We were told when we bought them that if the sand inside took on water during the winter, and then froze, the ceramic planters would crack.

The cardinals and Carolina wrens don't seem to mind or even notice the plastic when they're chowing down beside the pool where I throw birdseed.

I gave up on luring them to the window feeder about six feet from where you see them.

Although, now and then I do see a wren perched there, pecking away for a moment or two at the mix of safflower and sunflower seeds.

These photos were taken from at least twenty feet away, through a glass door, as I sat in my chair in the sun room.

I throw the seed down and within minutes, there are at least a half-dozen birds feasting. I love to watch them.

The cardinals have loved our yard for as long as I can remember, and I wish I'd begun feeding them earlier.

They must have a nest in a nearby tree. 

One where I hope they are snug and warm during these last few freezing nights before spring.

And that is all for now.


Happy Wednesday