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This will go better if you

check your expectations at the door.

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We're not big on logic

but there's no shortage of irony.

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 Nice is different than good.

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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

  

Hoist The Colors

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Insist on yourself; never imitate.

Your own gift you can present

every moment

with the cumulative force

of a whole life’s cultivation;

but of the adopted talent of another

you have only an extemporaneous

half possession.

That which each can do best,

none but his Maker can teach him.

> Ralph Waldo Emerson <

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Represent:

The Black Velvet Coat

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.

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In The Market, As It Were

 

 

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Contributor to

American Cemetery

published by Kates-Boylston

A Pistol With One Shot

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

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

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

Dying Is A Day Worth Living For

I am a taphophile

Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Great things are happening at

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Dying is a wild night

and a new road.

Emily Dickinson

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REMEMBRANCE

When I am gone

Please remember me

 As a heartfelt laugh,

 As a tenderness.

 Hold fast to the image of me

When my soul was on fire,

The light of love shining

Through my eyes.

Remember me when I was singing

And seemed to know my way.

Remember always

When we were together

And time stood still.

Remember most not what I did,

Or who I was;

Oh please remember me

For what I always desired to be:

A smile on the face of God.

David Robert Brooks

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

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Keep To The Code

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You Want To Find This
The Promise Of Redemption

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

II Corinthians 4

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THE DREAMERS

In the dawn of the day of ages,
 In the youth of a wondrous race,
 'Twas the dreamer who saw the marvel,
 'Twas the dreamer who saw God's face.


On the mountains and in the valleys,
By the banks of the crystal stream,
He wandered whose eyes grew heavy
With the grandeur of his dream.

The seer whose grave none knoweth,
The leader who rent the sea,
The lover of men who, smiling,
Walked safe on Galilee --

All dreamed their dreams and whispered
To the weary and worn and sad
Of a vision that passeth knowledge.
They said to the world: "Be glad!

"Be glad for the words we utter,
Be glad for the dreams we dream;
Be glad, for the shadows fleeing
Shall let God's sunlight beam."

But the dreams and the dreamers vanish,
The world with its cares grows old;
The night, with the stars that gem it,
Is passing fair, but cold.

What light in the heavens shining
Shall the eye of the dreamer see?
Was the glory of old a phantom,
The wraith of a mockery?

Oh, man, with your soul that crieth
In gloom for a guiding gleam,
To you are the voices speaking
Of those who dream their dream.

If their vision be false and fleeting,
If its glory delude their sight --
Ah, well, 'tis a dream shall brighten
The long, dark hours of night.

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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

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Daft Like Jack

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

And We'll Sing It All The Time
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That Dog Is Never Going To Move

~ RIP JAVIER ~

1999 - 2016

Columbia's Finest Chihuahua

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~ RIP SHILOH ~

2017 - 2021

My Tar Heel Granddog

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~ RIP RAMBO ~

2008 - 2022

Andrew's Beloved Pet

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Monday Mirth :: think again


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Monday Mirth :: I get a kick out of you


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I'm humming something


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Our daughter-in-law, Brittany, sent me this candy dispenser for my birthday.

Which is today. Can you believe? Again? Make it stop already.

The dispenser holds three different kinds of candy. In case you're wondering or cannot tell, what's currently in there are Peanut Butter m&m's, Skittles (the original lime-up), and Jelly Belly jellybeans.

At this early stage in the game I will only say that it's a tad bit too easy to depress the lever and dispense several delectable treats into your hand.

Once a day would be too many times. But who's going to do that only once a day? It's a delicious dilemma.

Be that as it may, we're off to Savannah for a few days, leaving my candy dispenser, for the most part, unattended.

The alarm will be on here at the domicile, so don't try anything.

If you do decide to come in anyway, heed a pirate's advice: keep to the code.

p.s. Thank you to those precious blog buddies and friends who have sent birthday cards. I treasure them and you.

And that is all for now.

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Speaking of which

Our Mike in Greenville

A week ago last Saturday, a bunch of us went to Greenville.

That's a less-than-two-hour drive from Columbia.

The reason for our excursion was for Mike to meet my relatives who live there: my big sister Kay, her husband, Pierre-Philippe, and of course Henry, my mother's widower. I have two nieces and a nephew who live there too, and Mike met one of my nieces -- Susanna.

In one car it was Mike, Audrey, and Dagny -- hereafter collectively known as Maudag.

In the other car -- mine -- was me, Erica, and Baby Elliot.

Dagny was put to work grinding coffee beans

TG went in the other direction, to Charleston, that day, to see a basketball game at his alma mater, The Citadel.

Rhett stayed at home with his dad, Chad, who is using all of his spare time to complete a room he is building onto their house.

It's going to be pretty great when it's done, and he's getting it closer to completion.

We set out mid-morning, bound for my sister's house first, where we were set to have coffee, with coffee cake supplied by me.

Which meant I had to make a stop to buy said treat, and as it turned out I paid too much.

Audrey got her hands on Baby Elliot

Hint: If you need a coffee cake, go to either Walmart or Aldi. The exact same thing will be significantly cheaper -- as in, half as much -- than what you'll find at any other grocery store.

Anyway, no big deal but I did stop and buy the cakes and when Erica and I arrived at Kay's, Maudag were already there and the introductions had been made.

My brother-in-law put Dagny to work grinding the beans that he would use to make our coffee in a French press.

Then he made one pot of strong, hot coffee, and then another, so that there would be plenty.

We had our cake and coffee and about an hour of pleasant conversation.

I paid too much for these but they were really good

In addition to it being her first time to meet Mike, my sister had also not yet met Baby Elliot, who is five months old. She was still in cancer treatments when he was born, and has since been recovering from those.

She's doing well and in anticipation of seeing TG's and my youngest grandson for the first time, she had bought him some teething toys in the shape of tools. 

They came with ribbons and clamps to attach the teethers to his clothing.

He's been munching and drooling on those teethy tools ever since.

That visit concluded, we hugged and kissed our goodbyes and drove the three-or-so miles to Henry's house.

My sister had bought Baby Elliot some teething tools

He was waiting for us, and we had a nice time chatting with him.

He and Mike sat in Henry's sunroom slash home office and conversed for about twenty minutes while we girls rested in my mother's great room, which still looks exactly as it did when she was alive.

Henry had pulled some books and other materials and made piles on the dining table, for each of us girls to take.

Mine included a few coffee table books I had given to my mother in the past, and a picture album.

He hadn't planned on parting with the mirror-framed portrait of Kay and me and our mother taken in late 1958 or early 1959 just yet, but when I was showing it to Mike, Henry insisted that I go ahead and take the picture home with me, along with its wrought iron easel.

Elliot is partial to the blue hammer

My mother gave me a copy of this picture many years ago but to my shame I must admit that I don't know where it is. Probably packed away somewhere.

So now I have the splendid photograph in its splendid frame, and it is on display in my front room.

Speaking of the front room, we've made other changes there.

For many years the far wall -- even the chair rail -- was painted black, and a I used it as a photo backdrop.

Then for several years I erected an actual temporary backdrop framework and hung various photographic backdrops there, for various occasions.

Dagny posed first with her Great-Uncle Philippe ...

In recent years I'd moved the whole thing forward about twenty inches so that I could store seasonal decoration bins behind the backdrop. 

These were apart from my Christmas bins, which are huge and heavy, which for all the years since we moved into this house in 2005, were stored in the attic.

The problem with that was that the bins were much too heavy for TG to move down from the attic each fall, by himself. And I'm sure you know that I was no help.

For the past several years, Chad has always come over to help TG get the Christmas bins down, and then to put them back up there in January.

It was a huge hassle. And storing the rest of the (much smaller and lighter) seasonal bins behind the photo backdrop was not exactly an elegant solution either.

... and then with her Great-Aunt Kay

If you didn't already know they were there you would never know they were there unless you went prowling around back there, which no one ever did ... but still.

Another hassle was two sheds -- well, more like one shed and one much smaller shed-like outdoor storage cabinet -- that we inherited from the previous owner of our house, out back by the pool.

The cabinet one stored TG's pool supplies and the larger shed was just full of pool toys and tiki torches and similar junk.

Also the doors would no longer stay closed on the larger shed and we had to bungee-cord them shut.

Precious.

Heirloom photo of (L to R) me, my mother, and my sister

So, just before Christmas, TG ordered a new shed and took down the two old sheds.

Construction of the new shed was completed a few weeks ago, and all of my storage bins for all of the different seasons, are now stored in there. 

Enough room was left over for decor pieces I am not using right now, and related stuff that I can now retrieve easily just a few steps from the doors leading out to the pool.

(The last hurdle will be, our entire deck needs to be rebuilt. And that includes the decking platform upon which this new shed stands.)

(Chad and TG are going to redesign and rebuild the deck after Chad finishes with his and Erica's room addition.)

Front room with back wall repainted

Then, once all of the bins were out of the front room, TG painted that far wall the same color as the rest of the room, and we moved my mother's leather recliner into that space, along with an extra side table that had been in the sun room.

I say my mother's leather recliner because it was her special chair and she left it to me when she died in 2020.

It had been in the sun room where I normally sit when I am relaxing or working on my computer, only I did not sit in it because I have another chair out there that works better for me and my pets.

It's a chair-and-a-half, so it's large enough for all of us in that I can sit there with them and still have room to put my hands on this keyboard. If Sweetness the tuxedo cat is not sitting on it, that is.

Speaking of Sweetness, I had to swathe my mother's leather recliner in a quilt because she (Sweetness; not my mother) would not keep her claws off it and was threatening to ruin it.

It looks like a larger room now

Yes she has a TALL scratching post a few feet away from the chair and she knows better but, in the absence of supervision and being yelled at to get off, she would scratch the leather. 

As they say in one of the pirate movies, If we was any kind of decent, we would remove temptation from their path. And so that's what I did.

Funny story about the paint color in that front room, though, which color it has been since 2016 when we did a phase-one remodel.

Phases two (kitchen and powder room ceiling smoothing, repaint, and board-and-batten added), three (upstairs bathroom remodel), and four (master bed and bath complete remodel) took place in 2020, 2021, and 2023, respectively.

Phase five was just a few weeks ago when we removed the carpet from our TV room and added LVP flooring. I showed you pictures of that.

Sweetness threatened to destroy my mother's leather recliner

Phase six will be soon, when we replace the tile in our kitchen with the same LVP that's in the TV room.

Knowing me, there will additional phases until the cows come home or I am called home to heaven, whichever occurs first, and I will faithfully report on every aspect of same.

Anyway, back to the funny paint-color story. TG tutors a young lady whose parents sit in our front room together while the tutoring hour takes place in the kitchen, at our dining table.

I stay out of the way for the most part, but there have been times I have sat and chatted with the parents.

Several months ago, I am almost certain that TG told me that his student's parents wanted to know the name of the paint color in our front room.

Another comfortable place for you to sit

I remember searching and searching until I found it (what I don't remember is where I searched or where I found it), writing the information on an index card, and giving the card to TG to give to the couple when he saw them next.

Just after Christmas this year, when I wanted TG to paint the wall at the far end of our front room to match the rest of the room, I had to supply him with the name of the paint.

So I began searching (again, I thought), for that information. However. Not only could I not find it, but as I looked, I became certain that I had never found it in the first place, for the couple who I believed had asked for it.

In fact, I became convinced that I had dreamt the whole thing.

I even asked TG to ask them if they still had the index card I made for them, with the paint name on it.

For context, you can see this new seating area from my coffee cart

No, they said. They did not have that card.

They were here in my front room last night but i was tired and did not have any makeup on my face and I didn't feel like telling them that I may have dreamed that they wanted to know the name of the paint color on the walls of the room they were sitting in.

Yes I know that there are other ways to match paint colors; in fact, TG found the used can of paint and finished the room, so it appears that I flapped around about it for literally nothing, but still.

It worries me that I may have dreamed finding the name of that paint color and writing it on a card for TG's student's parents, and that it never happened at all except in my mind.

Maybe next time they're due to come over, I'll look presentable and we'll have that conversation.

My new robot vacuum leaves lovely lines on the carpet

I'll let you know. In the meantime, the name of the paint is Misty. By Sherwin Williams. Just in case you were wondering, and even if you weren't.

When we left Henry's house a week ago Saturday in Greenville, after visiting first with my sister and then with him, we headed down the road to Travelers Rest, where lies the cemetery in which my mother is buried.

After paying our respects at her grave, we hurried (because it was cold and windy) across the street to Northwest Grill, a Travelers Rest institution. 

The Northwest Grill is a hole-in-the-wall hamburger-and-fries and meat-and-three place where we almost always stop for a meal after visiting Mom's grave.

I wrote about it at least once, here.

I put her to work the first night I had her

From there we went to a nearby Starbucks for coffee, and then home. It was a most pleasant day and now Mike has met almost everyone except for several of my children's cousins who do not live in South Carolina.

Speaking of living in South Carolina and of cousins, one of my children's cousins -- my sister's daughter, Rebecca -- and her husband are soon to be moving to our state from South Bend, Indiana, where they have lived for many years.

Rebecca's husband is a doctor, and he has accepted an offer to serve as Director of this facility in Lexington, eight miles from my house.

We are thrilled and can't wait to be able to hang out more with Rebecca and her brood.

They will be moving to the area in June, but she will come to Greenville next week to see her family, and from there to Columbia where she will spend one night with us, and I will show her around.

We remodeled our bedroom last spring

Speaking of round, I made a purchase that I'm pretty excited about.

They say that nature abhors a vacuum, but I would change that to, Jenny the Pirate abhors vacuuming.

I told you recently that Audrey has cleaned my house every two weeks for the last ten years, since she has had her own house cleaning business.

But she is so busy now that she barely has time for me, and Dagny has been helping me.

I was already keeping up with things between Audrey's cleanings, but the big problem was always the floors.

You need some cork lights

There are so many of them.

And when you begin the task of sweeping and mopping a twenty-three-hundred-square-foot house, it instantly seems to grow to a five-thousand-square-foot house.

That's before it shrinks to a fifteen-hundred-square-foot house when they all come over at the same time.

In the past, more than once, I had been struck by, but always resisted, the urge to buy a robot vacuum.

But a few weeks ago, once again faced with a real deal on a super-fantastic robot vacuum, I succumbed.

The shed holds my decor bins, my wreaths, and lots of other things

It was this one. Except, when I bought it, it was one hundred twenty-nine dollars. I told you it was a real deal.

And although I don't think I would have wanted to pay any more than that amount for this nifty gadget, now I am wondering what I ever did without it.

I pick up drapery ends and so forth off the floor and put her on the wall-to-wall carpet in our room, and close the door.

When I come back twenty minutes later, the whole room is vacuumed -- even under the bed, where there is nothing but dust.

All those lovely vacuum lines are there.

The platform needs rebuilding, but that will have to wait a few weeks

I pick up everything off the tiled kitchen floor and put her down. Twenty minutes later, I come back with a Swiffer Wet mop, work for ten minutes more and, Bob's your uncle, the kitchen floor is squeaky.

She does the TV room and the sun room and carpeted bedrooms upstairs. I make her work every day except for Sunday.

When she's done and I empty the receptacle and see all the dust and dog hair she collected, I marvel and rejoice.

It's amazing. I'll never again be without a robot vacuum.

Tell me in the comments if you have any experience with one of these.

Cherica had perfect weather for their recent trip to Beaufort

Also tell me if you've ever heard of cork lights.

The plastic "cork" holds three tiny button batteries -- included when you buy these -- and then you stuff the fairy lights down into a bottle, and they twinkle beguilingly inside the bottle.

I was influenced to buy these by an account on Instagram that is devoted to upcycling tips.

They're positively charming and BTW they don't have to be shoved down into a bottle -- they can be put anywhere you need a string of fairy lights with an unobtrusive battery pack.

Speaking of positively charming, Cherica took a trip last week to beautiful Beaufort, South Carolina.

Rhett saw a marsh for the first time

It is situated in what's known as the South Carolina Lowcountry. And it's pronounced BYOU-fort, not BO-fort.

Chad had work responsibilities there but Erica had two days free to roam the area with the boys.

They have taken this trip before and Erica loves Beaufort. They had rented a cute Airbnb. The weather was ideal for being outside with littles.

Rhett wore his neon-green-and-navy-blue Spyder puffer vest -- a gift from Andrew and Brittany for Christmas -- and saw his first marsh.

Baby Elliot clung to his mother and enjoyed the fresh air.

The Lowcountry is Trump Country

Speaking of fresh air, Mike and Audrey -- Maudrey -- posed outside in front of Cherica's house, where Dagny would spend the evening, last Saturday night before they went out on a date.

They were going for a lovely dinner at Saluda's and then to a performance of American Rhapsody by the South Carolina Philharmonic.

And they had a truly wonderful time. Don't they make a handsome couple?

Mike is currently in China for two weeks, on business. All day yesterday I used FlightAware to track his travel path from Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport to Pudong International Airport in Shanghai -- a flight that took nearly sixteen hours.

He landed in Shanghai at about three o'clock this morning our time and is now thirteen hours ahead of us in time.

Maudrey on their way to the SC Philharmonic

I'm not an international traveler but it's interesting to know someone who is.

Have you ever been to China? Tell me in the comments, right after you tell me if you have, or have ever had, a robot vacuum, or any cork lights.

Or you can tell me anything you like.

Meanwhile we have been to yet another party but I'll tell you all about that, next time.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Tuesday

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Monday Mirth :: two steps back


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Happy Monday
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Februarying in fine fashion

Rhett wondered where the candy was

What have you been doing? you may be thinking.

What have we not been doing? Is this a race-to-the-finish year, even more than most years?

I suppose it remains to be seen, but for now, the pirate is of that persuasion.

It seems we are proceeding at an insane pace.

Last week, the Chericas -- consisting of our Erica, her husband Chad, and the boys, Rhett and Elliot -- were all sick with colds and other maladies.

I went over on Tuesday, when the worst was over, and took the ingredients to make Mari's Creamy Chicken Taco Soup for them.

And if you have not made that soup yet, I would like to know what you're waiting for.

Because it is delightful. I made it again last Friday, for my gang.

TG said I was to make sure I put that recipe into the rotation, meaning, make it again soon. It was truly delicious.

Oh and put two whole blocks of cream cheese in, instead of one and a half. Just saying.

In Columbia and need barbecue? Go to The War Mouth.

Speaking of last Friday, Dagny was here with me for most of the day.

Since she is home schooled, the first order of business was to spend a few hours on her lessons.

She had already done some of her work at home that morning.

Then we got busy, dividing duties, each with our own portable caddy of cleaning supplies.

Dagny is a diligent cleaner, having been trained by her mother. She is particularly good at dusting, and cleaning bathrooms.

But she does floors too.

Even with two of us, it took four-or-so hours to clean the house. Eventually we were done and I went to get ready for the evening.

Audrey arrived at about five o'clock with one of Dagny's little friends from when she attended the Christian school, which friend was going to spend the night at Audrey and Dagny's house.

We all ate the Creamy Chicken Taco Soup. I'd made cornbread muffin tops to go along with it.

Audrey's boyfriend Mike joined us, and later we all had coffee and chatted for about an hour.

Like McArthur, we shall return

The next day -- last Saturday -- in the afternoon, TG and I met Audrey and Mike at a new restaurant we wanted to try, and enjoyed a sumptuous barbecue lunch.

Dagny was spending a few hours at the home of her little friend who had spent the previous night with them.

Actually I would never have heard of the restaurant we went to, except for TG's and Chad's golf skills.

They played in a local tournament several months ago, and it was a team-play situation, and they were on the same team.

And their team did well enough that they each were given a generous gift card to The War Mouth in Cottontown, South Carolina.

Cottontown is a section of downtown Columbia described thusly by Historic Columbia

Established in the late 1890s, Cottontown is listed as the “Bellevue Historic District” in the National Register of Historic Places and is protected as an architectural conservation district by the City of Columbia. Bounded by Grace Avenue, Bull Street, Elmwood Avenue and Main Street, the neighborhood is remarkable as an intact example of one of Columbia’s earliest planned suburbs.

But wherever it was situated, The War Mouth would be an outstanding place to eat.

We weren't totally in the dark as to the quality of the restaurant, though; Cherica had already used their gift card a few weeks ago and declared the barbecue plentiful and exceptionally good.

Elliot only wanted home and hearth

We ordered plates heaped with luscious pulled pork, a bodacious serving of ribs, cole slaw, pickles, and a roll.

I gave my roll to TG and did my best to eat everything else but ended up giving Mike one of my ribs and taking about a third of my pulled pork home for later.

Spectacular. We will return to The War Mouth.

After that delightful experience, we repaired to a nearby Starbucks and, over coffee while sitting outside in the warm day, talked about a number of things.

The next day -- last Sunday -- was cloudy and overcast, but again warm, with highs near seventy. 

Rhett had been given a pair of glittery red heart-shaped paper glasses in his Sunday School sack, and I convinced him to model them for me.

He cooperated, although he was more interested in the candy and other treats to be found inside said Sunday School sack, than in peering through a pair of twee no-lens glasses.

Baby Elliot was over it by noon when church concluded, and had a mini-meltdown while Dagny attempted to console him.

He needed to go home to his lunch and an afternoon nap.

This past Monday we had a truly rainy day. It began raining late on Sunday night and rained steadily until Monday early evening.

New valentines Mike and Audrey

I was happy that I didn't have to go anywhere, as I love a rainy day and enjoyed every minute of it.

Except, I couldn't figure out why I was sneezing so much.

Then yesterday I woke up with a cold. Oh. Belay that!

Did I not just have a cold/flu in December? Was I not in fact sick twice in December? So this is not fair. And it is most unusual.

However I will say, a fresh spate of winter cold illness seems to be "going around" in our area.

My plans for Valentine's Day were not complicated anyway, but now they are nonexistent except, tomorrow night, Audrey and Dagny and I are having dinner with our dear friend Marsha.

Of course I have a sweetheart treat bag for TG, and he is sure to come home today with something special for me. I hope there is a heart-shaped balloon.

On Saturday, we plan to drive up to Greenville and introduce Audrey's Mike to my sister and brother-in-law, Kay and Pierre-Philippe, and also to Henry.

Coffee cake and coffee will be involved.

Never stop valentining

I shall report faithfully on all of the pirate's peregrinations.

Meanwhile I am curious: what are your plans for Valentine's day and week? Do tell in the comments. Don't leave anything out.

Where is that box of Kleenex? I'm about to sneeze again.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Wednesday :: Happy Valentine's Day

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Monday Mirth :: good question


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Happy Monday