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This will go better if you

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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    The Hymns Collection (2 Disc Set)
    Stone Angel Music, Inc.
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    Real Music
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    Temporary Residence Ltd.
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    The Poet: Romances for Cello
    Spring Hill Music
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    Rachmaninoff plays Rachmaninoff
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    The Pity Party: A Mean-Spirited Diatribe Against Liberal Compassion
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    by Mary Karr
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    The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson's Envelope Poems
    by Emily Dickinson
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    by John W. Harper
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    Green Hell: How Environmentalists Plan to Control Your Life and What You Can Do to Stop Them
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    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
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    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
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    Righteous Indignation: Excuse Me While I Save the World!
    by Andrew Breitbart
  • 11 Principles of a Reagan Conservative
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    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
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    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
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    by Brannon Howse
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    by Eleanor Alexander
Easy On The Goods
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    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)
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    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
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    The Major and the Minor (Universal Cinema Classics)
    starring Ginger Rogers, Ray Milland
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    My Dog Skip
    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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    The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer
    starring Cary Grant, Myrna Loy, Shirley Temple, Rudy Vallee, Ray Collins
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    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
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    Now, Voyager (Keepcase)
    starring Bette Davis, Paul Henreid, Claude Rains, Gladys Cooper, John Loder
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That Dog Is Never Going To Move



Columbia's Finest Chihuahua

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We are proud of our Andrew this week, as always.

For the last month he has been ensconced (again) at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas.

He has distinguished himself while there to the point that last week, a Training Instructor asked him to help process new inductees.

Andrew said he knew well what was going through the minds of those dazed kids as they tumbled off the bus fresh from San Antonio International Airport:

Exactly WHAT have I done?


On Friday the boy will graduate from the first part of his training to become a boom operator.

Exactly what is THAT all about? May be going through your mind.


Lying on their stomachs in the tail section of a forty-million-dollar Boeing KC-135 Stratotanker, boom operators peer through a small window while maneuvering a refueling boom into an awaiting aircraft thirsty for fuel.

All while thirty thousand feet in the air, flying at a speed of approximately five hundred thirty miles per hour.

And for that my son -- and the flight crews of which he will be a part -- needs your prayers and mine.

Next Andrew will enter the second stage of boom operator school at Altus Air Force Base in Altus, Oklahoma.

By the end of the year he will conclude his training at Fairchild Air Force Base near Spokane, Washington.

Meanwhile his lovely girlfriend, Meghan, will be flying to San Antonio later in the week to attend the ceremony in which Andrew gets his wings.

This Bue-Star Mother (who loathes air travel and yes, that's what you call ironic, especially since I am the daughter of a USAF pilot) will be there too, but this time, only in spirit.

Stay tuned for pictures courtesy of Andrew and Meghan.

God bless the United States of America and her troops serving around the world to defend our liberties and keep us safe.

And may God bless the United States Air Force.


Happy Monday ~ Happy Week



In which I modify certain domestic arrangements while expanding hitherto limited horizons

You think that title was long? Wait until you read this post.

You may need to lay in snacks but that's never a bad thing. Pillow and blankie optional.

At any rate you may place the blame squarely on the lovely shoulders of Miz Donna over at Cottage Days for this one, because it is she who suggested it.

Namely, she said why didn't I tell everybody about my new home studio.

And I don't need much goading to talk about anything, much less photography.

But when a photographer who has forgotten more about photography than I or my Chihuahua, Javier, put together, will ever know, comments on the results of my studio work and enjoins me to reveal information, I deliver.

So here you go: A brief explanation of how it came about, and what's in it, and how it's all going.

You may recall that I blogged two years ago about having three separate offices in my house.

There was the original office in the sunroom at the back, overlooking the pool, which I shared with TG and where my actual desk was situated on which lived my treasured iMac.

Then, since Erica had gone to live in Georgia, and Andrew was long gone as well, I made two separate bedrooms upstairs into backup offices.

Which space I occupied for writing purposes depended on time of day, climatic conditions, and my mood. Both had windows looking out into our massive White Oak, and I loved the whole aerie-in-the-branches ambience.

But alas, Erica is back.

Wait; that didn't sound right. I'm thrilled she's back but alas, her return resulted in my forfeiting not one but both of my upstairs offices.

Because not only did she reclaim her old room to live in, but she filled much of Andrew's old room with stuff she doesn't have room for in her old room.

Which is now her room again.

Some of her overflow belongings are in our attic too.

Me? I have exhibited the patience of Job throughout. You can ask anyone.

Well. Anyone except Erica. Maybe don't ask TG either.

At any rate that meant I've been displaced to sitting in my easy chair with a lap desk and my MacBook Pro, which is fine, but more lazy than office-y, I think you will agree.

And yes there is the occasional time I would blog from Chick-fil-A, but one cannot do that every day.

The sunroom office is no good for summer because whereas in previous years a special unit cooled it, this year (maybe for the past two years), said unit has become uncooperative.

As in, it no longer works. And no, we have not fixed it. Generally our it's-broken to let's-fix-it track record is two to five years, depending of course on what's out of commission.

The refrigerator, for example, would be fixed immediately were it to break down. Our front-cave ice-maker however, on board said appliance, has not worked in years.

I doubt it ever will again. Priorities, mate. A ninety-nine-cent ice tray works one hundred percent of the time.

But do you know how hot it gets here? Even in off years like this one, when our summer temperatures were remarkably moderate, it can easily reach one hundred degrees in the aptly-named sunroom.

Before noon.

So several months back I moved my iMac into a niche in the TV room, a homey space that is kept at an ideal temperature. And the computer enjoyed that spot well enough.

But it was far from a permanent situation.

Now, if you know anything about me at all, you know that I am always looking to change things.

Which is sort of funny because deep down, I don't really like change. Unless it's necessary.

Which it usually is. And in this case, it definitely was.

Having gotten very serious about photography about a year ago, as in, desiring to hold myself out as a portrait photographer who prefers to shoot outdoors in natural light, I became frustrated during our hot, humid months.

To quote South Carolina Gamecocks defensive end Chaz Sutton, said humidity has even gotten up to "over one hundred percent."

That's okay, Chaz. Keep on sacking quarterbacks and you can assign the humidity whatever number you want.

So you might say that a few months ago, a light went on in me brain.

Where it is generally somewhat pleasantly dim.

And the light revealed what I had probably known all along in the recesses of my cluttered subconscious:

It was high time to turn our seldom-used-except-at-Christmastime front room into a studio/office combination. Home of Jennifer Weber Photography.

And so I did.

This room is long in length and adequate in width. Its only two drawbacks as a studio are that it's somewhat small for the purpose (but big enough, if you are careful not to trip over anything), and there are large windows letting in lots of natural light.

(Technically a studio should be very roomy and the subject lit only by artificial studio lighting.)

At one end of this room stood the eight-foot glass-topped collage table I've told you about before.

Over it hung a formal brass chandelier.

Now the table is gone (it's in the kitchen) and the chandelier is gone (in a heap, in the garage).

In place of the table is my new Kaezi backdrop setup which came with muslins in black and white plus two powerful umbrella lights.

The better to take your picture with, my dears.

And if you come over here, I will.

In the chandelier's place is a trendy black ceiling fan sans light kit. Thank you again, TG. xoxo

And to my camera gear (which already included two Nikons, three exceptional pieces of Nikkor glass, a Dynex DX-TRP60 tripod, a Rokinon monopod, a hefty Nikon camera bag, and a Black Rapid strap), I added several things which I consider essential.

None were expensive, although they can be. I chose the less expensive, but no less effective, versions:

A Rocketfish Nikon-compatible wireless remote shutter control; a Neewer TT560 Speedlite flash; a Neewer collapsible multi-disc reflector; a small Fotodiox softbox for the flash; and a roll of Savage seamless super white background paper.

Because sometimes you just want smooth and seamless.

The delightful result?

Well. Although taking pictures outdoors in natural light will always be my favorite thing to do with a camera, I can now take more (and different kinds of) portraits indoors.

In a climate-controlled environment. When no natural light is available.

And when it's one hundred degrees outside and the humidity is over one hundred percent, I think you'll agree that the added option is going to come in handy.

By the way, Erica loathes that picture of herself. She says it's scary. Something about her teeth.

I find the photo compelling. Perhaps that's down to her being my kid and me being my own biggest fan.

And I know she's not a vampire. Only a vamp.

Be that as it may, just a few more details about my setup and I will bore you no more.

(If you've gotten this far, you deserve an ice cream cone. If you bear with me to the end, by all means add extra sprinkles.)

Erica, who is as skilful with a paintbrush as any surgeon is with a scalpel, painted the far wall of my new studio black.

Why did I need a black wall when I already had a black muslin backdrop, you may ask.

Because although the wall was painted dark red, it had a white chair rail. And the white chair rail was sometimes visible through the muslin.

Also now, to partly compensate for the large light-letting-in windows during daytime shoots, I am able to turn the backdrop outfitted with the black muslin to partially block the light, and I still have the black wall to shoot against.

Recently I draped a string of lights over the backdrop, seated the subject near the wall, and shot into the triangle that formed.

When you have a gorgeous subject, you can get away with just about anything. Besides, I have always wanted a black wall. Black is my favorite color.

(I highly recommend painting stuff black. It turns even ordinary things into dramatic and interesting things.)

To summarize: Black wall; backdrop with choice of black or white muslins; black silver-lined umbrella light; white umbrella light; tripod; speedlite flash with detachable softbox; remote shutter control; seamless pure white paper background; reflector discs; two Nikons; a Nikkor mid-range zoom; two stellar examples of Nikkor prime glass.

We are all set.

Oh I almost forgot.

In addition to my own desk in what is now my only office, my studio features a few other places to take pictures.

Now, I know the less cluttered and busy the background, the better the portrait.

But sometimes you can put an interesting background to good use as well.

Such as items on a table behind a sofa, or books and objets d' art arranged pleasingly on well-stocked bookshelves, with points of light to mesmerizingly blur in the bokeh.

I also have an antique school desk and an antique armless rocker that serve well for interesting seating, in addition to "disappearing" black saddleback stools cadged from the kitchen.

Use your imagination! I'll bet you have even better stuff than me.

Our lovely young friend Miss R said during a recent shoot that when she had her senior pictures made last year, the photographer used a backdrop that was merely a likeness of bookshelves.

She concluded that real books on real shelves are better.

And I agree, and I think you will too.

Now I know you hate to see this post conclude, but all good things must come to an end.

However I am reasonably sure you are wondering what happened to the white dining set you've seen so many pictures of, that used to be in my kitchen, which can no longer be there because the eight-foot collage table is now in its place.

Well. As I said, my desk, which used to be in the sunroom office, is now in my new studio office.

And the white table and chairs are now in the sunroom where they will serve as extra seating for holiday meals and get-togethers, and a space where Erica and I can work on our Etsy shop endeavors.

When the temperature permits.

In autumn and spring, that room is very comfortable. During the winter, a small space heater is more than enough to knock off the chill.

Thanks for asking.

Oh and that eight-foot collage table? Whereas it was once collaged-out with pictures I'd printed on ordinary paper in colors that matched the tablecloth and the room, now the collage is composed of one hundred-fifty black-and-white four-by-six prints.

Under thick glass, of course, as before.

All but approximately ten of those pictures, I myself took. And not in a studio.

Oh but where will you put the Christmas tree now? Because hasn't it always gone in the front room, in that big window? I see that raised and waving hand.

Yes. It has. But now it won't. Just like many years ago with Mary, Joseph, and the Baby Jesus, there isn't enough room.

I think I'll put it in the TV room where we spend a lot of time and where its twinkle can gladden our hearts even more often during the season.

A lit wreath on the door will do for front-of-house sparkle.

Now that the burning questions are answered, I bid you adieu.

For the nonce.

And if you are already snoring, sweet dreams. I tiptoe away.


Happy Tuesday ~ Happy Week



Into the words

Remember when I said Erica and I would like to go to Elmwood Cemetery at sunrise every day?

We haven't done exactly that but we have been back several times since I said it.

Now that the mornings are cooler, it's a great place to drink coffee and walk.

Taking pictures is a given.

I haven't counted the total number of times I've visited Elmwood or the number of hours I've spent wandering there or the number of pictures I've taken.

But it's a lot.

And still, each time I go, I notice something new.

You're probably going to think this is silly but I get a kick out of names. 

And I mean no disrespect but one day this week while hiking around Elmwood, I began seeing names differently.

When you start reading tombstone names as just words, it can be amusing.

There are Christmases planted at Elmwood, and Barefoots.


Erica was the first to notice the Heron.

And that it sat only a few yards from a Stork.

Not the same stork my mother told me about, I'm sure.

I myself was tickled by the presence of a Sweet.

"Hi. I'm Sweet," I can just hear the dearly departed saying, when they were still able to say.

Also we spotted a Bird.

How many times did the owner of that moniker say, "Hello. I'm a Bird." engendering pointed glances?

If Miss Sweet had married Mister Bird, she'd have been Mrs. Sweet Bird.

Whether together they'd have made a sweet bird of youth, I will leave you to ponder.

Moving on, there was a Friday.

Although it was Monday. 

It's my goal to find every day of the week as a name on a tombstone. 

I have Sunday and Monday somewhere, but I cannot find them so step off.

Meanwhile we had a Null.

But no void.

And no Smith (that I could see without moving my feet), but a Wesson.

Although half of a Smith and Wesson wouldn't do you much good in a pinch, I don't reckon.

I know right where to find a Black and a White not ten feet apart at Elmwood, but this is a different White.

The stone is prettier.

I also saw Browns, Grays, and Greens. Use your imagination.

Here was a Hair.

I guess on the day of the burial, the mourners could say they let their Hair down.

And although there wasn't a hither in sight, there was an obliging Yon.

Are you ready for this to be over?

Or are you really a Ready?

Alright. Alread. y.

Left out a letter there.

I was keen on this stone, which Erica spotted sitting under its own little tree.

I will thank you not to snicker.

I've ordered myself one just like it. Shelf life is basically forever on these things.

I'll ask TG to move one of his dead lawnmowers so that we can store display it in the garage.

And that is all for now.


Happy Wednesday ~ Happy Graving



Sign me up: in denial

It is well documented that I sometimes hear what was not actually said.

A few years ago I blogged about this very thing:


Like the time, in church, I heard the preacher refer to "... children of leprechauns."

I might've been daydreaming just a little.

On the way home I asked TG why the preacher had felt led to mention leprechaunic offspring.

He gave me an odd look. 

But I'm used to that, so I simply waited.

"Baby," he explained in the kind of voice you use with three-year-olds who exhibit signs of nascent senility. "He said children of leper colonies."

Well shut my mouth. I wasn't aware that leper colonies had children.

In a similar vein, when the commercial for St. Ives face cream comes on TV and the perky female voiceover hawks the product by name, I hear "Say Knives!"



This disturbing tendency has now extended to my visual as well as auditory faculties. 

Such as they are. I recently had to start wearing glasses for driving.

Which, I figure, accounts for why I did a double-take when, last week, behind the wheel, on my way to somewhere or other, I saw this sign on a corner near my house:

Oh I'm sure you had no trouble reading that.

But what I read?

Become a 


Causing me to immediately think: Now that's a job I could do! I excel at denial. And only eleven weeks.

Then I got closer.


Never mind.

Likewise, last Saturday night I cruised by the website for the church where my son-in-law is the pastor.

And in checking out upcoming events, I noticed a date designated as Fried Sunday.

Oh! Thought I. Like, fried chicken? Fried pies? Sign me up.

Then the light dawned: They're having Friend Sunday. Never mind.

Stronger glasses, perhaps? Or a whole new brain?

That is all for now.


Happy Monday ~ Happy Week



What I would not part with I have kept

On this day most years I ask you to help me in honoring the memory of my father, Blanchard Guy McManus.

Because I don't remember him at all.

He died on Friday, September 13, 1968, in an airplane crash.

He's been gone now many more years than he lived.

And I ask you to enjoy your life today.

... for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.  ~Psalm 90:10


To Time it never seems that he is brave
To set himself against the peaks of snow
To lay them level with the running wave,
Nor is he overjoyed when they lie low,
But only grave, contemplative and grave.

What now is inland shall be ocean isle,
Then eddies playing round a sunken reef
Like the curl at the corner of a smile;
And I could share Time’s lack of joy or grief
At such a planetary change of style.

I could give all to Time except – except
What I myself have held. But why declare
The things forbidden that while the Customs slept
I have crossed to Safety with? For I am There,
And what I would not part with I have kept.

Robert Frost


Happy Friday ~ Happy Weekend