He's an ICK

Rhett Gregory Porter, age two ... wearing the birthday outfit we bought for him

Yes I said ICK.

Our Rhett is an Insanely Cute Kid. 

We celebrated him all last weekend because on Sunday, he turned two.

No one could ever say we don't thoroughly enjoy all of our babies.

Rhett was thrilled at the prospect of turning two

And he got the most out of his birthday, loving every nanosecond of it.

On Saturday we had his actual party. 

It was at our house and featured a menu a lot like our other summer parties: hamburgers and hot dogs done on the grill, potato salad, barbecue beans, deviled eggs, baked macaroni and cheese.

And birthday cake.

The theme for the party was motorized modes of transportation

In this case, Rhett's mother made him a cake in the shape of a great big two. Chocolate, with chocolate icing.

The theme Erica chose was transportation. That's because like most little boys, Rhett loves cars and planes and trains and so forth.

Plus, she said, it was easy.

Ever notice that all kids' birthday parties now have to have a theme?

I wish I had pictures like this of my kids but alas, I do not

It was not that way when I was a kid. In fact I don't remember any birthday parties.

Well, there was that one where I invited a bunch of kids from school and nobody came.

We moved a lot -- usually twice each school year. As a result, no one knew who I was.

(No; it wasn't because we were military. For various reasons, most involving the law, we were transients.)

I put my stash of toy cars on display

But I digress.

Now with the grandkids, when the subject of an impending birthday party arises, I always ask: What is your theme?

It's the new normal.

In keeping with said theme, Erica had gone to Hobby Lobby and bought Rhett a plain red t-shirt, then embellished it with appliques of a big two, and various vehicles to include a tractor and a taxi and an ambulance.

He sported a Birthday Boy badge

I have four die-cast pull-back cars that stay in a drawer in the TV room. There are red and yellow Chevrolets (I call them ketchup and mustard), plus a black Chevy and a black Cadillac.

Rhett runs to get them almost the moment he walks into the house.

(That's if he's not pulling on the freezer drawer to get at the mini marshmallows I keep in there just for him.)

I got the cars out this time, before he had a chance, and put them on the table as part of the decorations.

Semi-homemade: make it from the box, then add buttermilk and shredded cheese, then more cheese on top, and bake

In no time flat he had filched the cars from the Lazy Susan and was playing with them. Ah well.

Erica kept it simple with a few banners, and several cake decorations that were stuck in on sticks.

It was cute. She also had three big blocks spelling out his age.

We went out on the front porch to get shots of him with those.

The man of the hour poses with his homemade two-shaped birthday cake

Erica had been reading him a story book about a little kid having a birthday, and tying it in with his own.

As a result, Rhett was more than clued in on what the day was all about.

He was so excited and happy to pose. Priceless.

Then I got a few shots of him back inside, with his birthday cake.

Pretty snazzy ... and it tasted good too

In due time the vittles were ready so we all sat down to eat.

Rhett is a foodie and a chow hound from the word go, so he was enthusiastic about this development.

He ate every bite of what was on his plate.

We decided to go ahead and have cake and coffee, and open presents, because everyone wanted to go swimming.

Naturally there were balloons bobbing overhead

Erica gave Rhett a big slab of cake that had been left over after making the two cake.

He devoured about half of that, and then it was time for presents.

Because he very badly needed a nap.

The grandchildren mostly sleep in their pack and play apparatuses, set up in TG's and my room by their parents when they visit.

There were loads of birthday gifts and greetings

Kids sleep really well in our room. For one thing, it's quiet and for another, it's cool and, with the shades down, dim.

But first it was time for those gifts and Rhett seemed to know instinctively that this was the makings of an extra good time.

He carefully looked at all of his cards while his mother read them to him.

She encouraged him to pull the tissue paper out of the gift bags and to tear gift wrap off where necessary.

He was chuffed when this tray of food was presented to him

He got a Stanley FlowSteady Bear Cub bottle from Audrey and Dagny. They had tucked two one-dollar bills into his card, and it was obvious that he was appreciative of the cash.

They also gave him a purple plush crescent moon.

Rhett is fascinated with the moon and looks for it whenever he goes outside -- day or night.

Once he locates it, he begins pointing and saying moooon! Even if it's not visible except in his imagination.

He dug in and ate it all

TG and I also got him a Celestial Buddies moon toy. Like the purple plush moon, it has legs.

We also got him a copy of Goodnight Moon in board book format.

Aunt Stephanie and family gave him a Leap Frog 100 Animals book.

Uncle Andrew and Aunt Brittany sent a toy push lawn mower that produces bubbles as you work.

This was taken on Father's Day, at church. Rhett is known for his woebegone look.

Our friend Andrea from church had been invited to the party. She gave him a Spike the Ankylosaurus toy.

TG and I also got him a whole outfit, including suspenders and a bow tie, plus several more shirts and pairs of shorts.

There were coloring books and crayons and snack pods and all manner of other things for him to have and play with and enjoy and do.

Contemplating the many implications of turning two

That portion of the party concluded, Chad and Erica put Rhett down for a nap.

We all went outside and most of us got in the pool. Eventually Rhett woke up and joined us.

He is obsessed with jumping off the side into Chad's arms, then climbing out and doing it again.

After about fifty times, Chad was tired of that game and Rhett was encouraged to let his mother hold him as she walked around in the shallow end.

This will be nice to take on trips

Several weeks ago Audrey was at Aldi and saw an adorable bath towel that has a hood and covers the whole child and even snaps on the sides.

She got one for Rhett, and when I saw it, I sent TG to Aldi so that he could get one for me to send to Ember.

Hers is pink and blue with a whale motif, but Rhett's is a dinosaur theme.

Also I think you will like this story. A couple of weeks ago Erica was bringing Rhett over so that they could swim.

Ember Rae in her towel from Aldi. Photo courtesy Brittany Weber

Bring a sun hat for him, I said. We were texting.

Rhett will not wear sunglasses -- we have tried -- but he needs something to keep the bright hot day out of his eyes when he's in the pool. 

It's brutal this time of year.

But -- He doesn't have one, she responded.

Show me the money, honey

TG was going out. I asked him to stop by Dollar General and see if they had a child-sized sun hat for Rhett to wear in the pool.

He came home with not only a doozy of a hat, but a tale to tell.

There had been some confusion in the aisle where he found the hat -- labeled, weirdly, One Size Fits All -- which he suspected would be technically too big for Rhett, but which might work nonetheless.

A near-total lunar eclipse

But he couldn't figure out the price. Indications in the area where he found it were that it would run him either five dollars or eight dollars.

He took it to the till and asked the cashier if she could tell whether the hat was five dollars or eight dollars.

I know you're thinking, just scan it. I said as much during the story telling phase of the completed mission, once TG had come home with the hat.

Mowing the concrete around the pool appears to be serious business

He held his hand up as if to say, Wait for it.

The cashier rang up the hat. It cost one cent. As in, a penny.

One cent! That's all they wanted for that hat.

TG said well he thought he'd take it at that price. If Rhett couldn't wear it, someone could.

All evidence to the contrary, wearing this hat did not make Rhett sad

And it IS too big, but Rhett loves it and certainly will have a sun hat now for many years to come.

This hat is nice. Thick fabric and a chin strap and little vents, and it even has the snaps on the sides, if you want to change the look of your brim.

He wears it with his towel and it's pretty comical.

Handy snaps on the side. This may in fact be a fishing hat.

A note about Rhett's woebegone facial expressions. He looks miserable but he isn't. It's just Rhett. He will pull a poker face and refuse to smile even when he's having a good time.

Although Rhett overwhelmingly favors his dad, he looks a lot like his mother as a child when he does what I call his mournful face. She did the same thing as a kid.

Posing with his beloved cousin Nah-nee (Dagny) after church on his birthday

So don't worry that he wasn't enjoying himself. He was. It's just his way. The more we ask him to smile, the more he won't.

In a few months he will have a baby brother to hold and love, and we don't think he knows what's about to hit him. He won't be the only game in town any more.

But that's part of life. And siblings are a pretty great part of life.

Before Rhett gets to meet his little brother, Ember will get to meet hers.

It was an occasion marked with laughter and love

Andrew and Brittany's son is due to arrive in about five weeks.

Two more ICKs in the lineup.

Here on the home front, we'll be lining up the pack and plays in our bedroom by Thanksgiving, for afternoon naps.

I can tuck the tired mamas up in our bed at the same time if need be. It will be fine.

And that is all for now except to say: Have you any ICKs in your life? Tell me about them.

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Happy Wednesday

Three more birthdays and an anniversary

TG came home with these on our anniversary

Before July gets away from me -- yes, it is running from me, as fast as its little July feet can carry it -- I must tell you about our June.

As in, the part of June that commenced when Mari and Bob's visit was over.

June used to mean three things to me: our wedding anniversary, the start of summer, and my mother's birthday. In that order.

Our Andrew was in Greece for much of June. Here he is at the Parthenon.

Until Dagny came along, and then our Chad joined the family, hers was the only June birthday in our immediate family.

Had she lived, Mom would have turned eighty-six on June twenty-fifth.

However, branching out on the family tree, there is also our brother-in-law Pierre-Philippe, who turned seventy on June second (he was born in France on the coronation day of Queen Elizabeth II); our sister-in-law Marcia, who turned seventy on June twentieth; and her daughter, our niece Angie, who turned fifty on June twenty-fifth.)

Uncle Chad and Aunt Erica gave her a lava lamp

But in 2014, on June the fourteenth -- Flag Day, and also, Dagny is glad to say, President Trump's birthday -- into the immediate family was born our Dagny.

Then in 2018 our Chad joined the clan by marrying Erica. His birthday is June twenty-sixth.

So it was that not much longer after the door had shut behind our early June houseguests, we were gearing up for Dagny's birthday celebrations.

I wish everyone had a Hungry Howie's

Of necessity, there were two parties: one on her actual birthday, which was a Wednesday, and the real party on the following Saturday.

So that everyone could come and celebrate with us.

On the actual day, as every Wednesday, in the evening we had prayer meeting.

There were many birthday presents

I brought Dagny's birthday balloon right into church with me and planted it (at a low altitude, where it would not be a distraction) beside the pew where she and her mother sit.

After church, we all headed for Waffle House.

More balloons had materialized -- ones that had stayed in Audrey's car during services -- and Dagny brought the whole bunch into the restaurant with her.

Dagny wasn't sure what to make of that stuffed tardigrade

This garnered a great deal of attention and many congratulations from other diners, for the birthday girl.

Waffle House is likely one of the top ten friendliest places on earth. I hope you get to experience having a fine meal at this culinary temple someday.

Example: A while back, TG and I had a meal at our Waffle House on a Sunday afternoon. We were accompanied by our friend Andrea from church, who was spending the afternoon with us.

Her mother saved the day by giving her a big Squishmallow

When our feast was concluded and Margie (we know all of the waitresses by name) approached our table to (we thought) lay down our check, she instead told us:

Your bill has been taken care of.

We all looked around. By whom? When? We asked.

You can't put too much pepperoni on a pizza for me

They're gone already, Margie announced in her forthright way, and left us to ruminate on that random kindness.

Not being required to pay the bill, we left Margie a nice tip instead.

The experience had an impact on me. So much so that, last Christmas (which you will recall fell on a Sunday), we stopped by Waffle House on our way home from church to give a card to Ashley, our favorite waitress.

I consider this to be the OBP (Official Birthday Portrait) ... taken on the day she turned nine

It contained a fifty dollar bill. I only tell you that because we felt we should be thoughtful of her in the same way that an anonymous person had been thoughtful of us.

And it seemed to mean a lot to Ashley (who goes by Ashes) and it was nice to bring a smile to her face on Christmas as she worked her shift at Waffle House.

So anyway, into Waffle House our whole gang trooped at about eight-thirty on the night of Dagny's actual ninth birthday.

There was no shortage of birthday cake

She opened a couple of her presents -- including the ultra-weird and completely unexpected plush tardigrade I got her -- and decided to leave all the rest until her big party.

We had a nice time and Dagny was treated to more Happy Birthday wishes from fellow diners as we left to go, each to our respective homes.

On the following Saturday, Stephanie and Melanie and Allissa and Andrew drove down from North Carolina for the day, and all the rest of us were there except for Andrew and Brittany.

This stuffed corgi belongs to me. Her name is Candy, just like one of the late Queen Elizabeth's favorite corgis.

(Andrew was actually in Greece for a two-week assignment with his unit, refueling and otherwise providing support to the Hellenic Air Force in that country.)

He sent us pictures of himself with his buddies at the Parthenon.

He also told me he got me two rocks from the shore of the Aegean Sea. I asked him to bring me something.

We all had to choose at least one sticker to wear

No I'm serious; I did not want a souvenir that cost anything. I asked for a rock.

I can't wait to see it and best of all, there is another one to go with it. Two Greek rocks.

Anyway at Dagny's Saturday birthday party, the theme was Corgis. She loves Corgi dogs but she can't have one, so the next best thing is Corgi stickers and stuffed Corgis and a Corgi-themed birthday party.

It's not a party without the bucket filled with ice and sodas and waters both still and sparkling

There was no swimming (the kids were not interested on this day) but Audrey ordered enough pizza for everyone to eat their fill.

She'd also ordered a cake from Costco.

Before everyone left at the end of the day, his three daughters gathered around TG and gave him his Father's Day gifts.

Audrey carried the corgi (and friends) theme all the way through

(Erica and Audrey would see him at church on Father's Day, but we had no plans to get together.)

(The next day, Father's Day, June eighteenth, there were dad pictures all over the big table in the church lobby. I brought a portrait of my dad to display with them.)

When Dagny's big birthday party was over on Saturday the seventeenth, she went back to North Carolina to spend a week with her Aunt Stephanie, Uncle Joel, and the tar heel cousins, and go to Vacation Bible School with them.

Allissa was with us for an entire week

When Audrey met Stephanie halfway the following Saturday to get her daughter back, Allissa came home with her and spent a week with us.

It was a busy time.

I should tell you at this point that on June sixteenth, two days after Dagny's birthday but the day before her big birthday party, TG and I celebrated our forty-fourth wedding anniversary.

I got TG this t-shirt for our anniversary

We made plans to go downtown and have dinner at Black Rooster. Their tagline is It's Frenchish.

Frenchish or not, we enjoyed it.

Also TG brought me two massive gold number-four balloons. Forty-four. Four is my favorite number and I am equally enamored of forty-four so that was just about a perfect gift.

My late father's portrait was displayed with those of many other dads at our church on Father's Day

I got him a special t-shirt.

A week or so later, it was time to celebrate Chad's birthday.

For that, he requested that we all go out to Texas Roadhouse.

There was a banner of corgis wearing birthday hats

We hadn't been there in a while, so we were all in one accord that that sounded like a good plan.

Our party were seated immediately with no waiting, which has not happened in several years.

But then again, it was a Monday.

Dagny is all in for present-opening time

We had a delightful time and a delicious meal together, served by a courteous and competent young lady who was as pleasant as she was professional.

Afterwards, we went back to our house for cake and presents. Erica had made a chocolate sheet cake and I once again decided that if there could be only one dessert in the world, for me it would have to be chocolate cake with chocolate icing.

To fully appreciate that sentiment, you would have to know how I feel about banana pudding.

Allissa was with us for Chad's birthday celebration at Texas Roadhouse. Baby Rhett was ecstatic.

But I digress.

Those observations of the June birthdays of our loved ones concluded, we began looking forward to the Fourth of July.

Our church has a supper on the Sunday night before the Fourth, and it's always a great time.

Erica loves to bake cakes and she had a great time making this one for her beloved

This year there was a fantastic hamburger supper with all the appropriate trimmings and sides, plus homemade desserts brought by church members, and everyone enjoyed it to the nth degree.

On the Fourth itself, we again gathered around the pool for a hot July day of swimming and eating.

There were hot dogs and hamburgers done on the grill, barbecue baked beans, potato salad, deviled eggs, cucumber and tomato (both homegrown) salad, and lemon icebox pie.

Dagny goofed around with props at Chad's birthday party

This is the pie (actually it makes two pies) made by combining one fourteen-ounce can of sweetened condensed milk, one eight-ounce container of Cool Whip, and one twelve-ounce can of frozen lemonade concentrate.

Let the Cool Whip and the lemonade concentrate thaw first.

After whisking those three ingredients together, pour the resulting thick lemony goodness into two six-ounce store-bought graham cracker crusts.

We had simple but sumptuous vittles on the Fourth of July

Or make your own graham cracker crusts if you prefer.

Put the pies in the freezer until time to serve.

Do we live it up or do we live it up?

TG had failed to buy fireworks this year so, as the dusk gathered, he was reduced to lighting some leftover poppers from years when he did buy fireworks, and throwing them into the area over by the privacy fence, and waiting for the bang.

This day rolls around with alarming swiftness each year

That was it for our pyrotechnics ... all noise, no display.

Dagny, sitting beside me on the swing, jumped several times even though she was watching him throw the things. Try as I might, I could not figure that out.

Rizzo paced and growled and fretted and barked and otherwise displayed canine anxiety of the highest order.

Rizzo would join this queue in a heartbeat

He's one of those dogs that despises fireworks. All that evening -- and for several evenings before and after the Fourth -- he glommed onto me and whined and carried on and looked as though he was going to cry.

Two or three times I had to move his crate to the TV room at bedtime, put him in it, and put a blanket over the top before he would quiet down.

Our friend Andrea from church gave us the cucumbers and TG grew the tomatoes

Sweetness -- my cat -- never lifted a whisker, on any evening. She is apparently immune to any variety of fireworks-induced panic.

I wish I had her blood pressure.

TG and me after church on the second of July

After darkness fell we went inside and watched the fireworks display from Washington DC.

Happy Birthday, America.

So now it's come around to mid-July, and even if you are not here, the heat and humidity is.

August is knocking at the door; sooner or later it will have to be let in.

We will be ready.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Wednesday

It was the best of times

We visited the Old Presbyterian Burying Ground in Camden, South Carolina

I can hardly believe that it has been a whole month since they were here.

But then I can testify that it has been a busy month.

Even so, it's time I told you about when Mari and Bob did us the great honor of coming to stay with us for two days.

They included us in their vacation which followed Bob's semi-retirement.

That first night there was vanilla pound cake with lemon icing for dessert

We looked forward to it for many weeks and no part of the experience in any way disappointed.

That's because you could search the universe for two more endearing friends and guests than these, and run out of time long before you found them.

Mari and I had teased one another for years about when one of us would descend upon the other for a proper visit.

Like for example, when she and Bob built that inviting porch onto their idyllic home place a few years ago.

Mari brought me this gorgeous blue glass ball for display outdoors or in

I've said, more than once: Watch out. One of these days you'll look out and I'll be standing on that porch.

Mari invariably responds: Come on! You're always welcome.

But distance and time is ever an issue and I have yet to stand (make that sit) on Mari's new porch.

Doesn't mean I won't, eventually.

She also brought this cute pink tee shirt for Dagny and a blue one for Rhett

We'd met Bob and Mari only once: for a too-brief lunch in the summer of 2017, when TG and I were in Northwest Ohio for a few days.

Bob and Mari drove east and we drove north, for a meet-up at a Cheddar's Scratch Kitchen in Lansing, Michigan. Seven whole years ago.

But these are the kinds of friends that you don't have to be around all the time, in order to love and cherish them.

Which makes it all the more special when they do show up.

Mari enjoys walking a cemetery as much as I do, and that's a lot

They arrived on a Monday afternoon. I was home alone when they got here and I was so excited when their rented Alfa Romeo turned in at our driveway, that I ran outside clapping.

Of course I had planned dinner, for them and for TG and me. I wanted it to be special but not too labor intensive, because I wanted to talk to Mari and Bob instead of working in the kitchen while they talked to TG.

I went with London Broil done in the Crock Pot, using the recipe for Mississippi Pot Roast. As in, I dusted the beef with one packet each of ranch dressing mix and au jus gravy mix, and dotted it with an entire stick of butter.

I left out the pepperoncini that are usually called for in this recipe. Because I didn't have any.

This was the entrance to one of the gifts shops we scoured

The sides were Crock Pot Creamed Corn and Easy Ranch Carrots, along with Ree Drummond's Crash Hot Potatoes.

The creamed corn is an old standby and a staple at our house; the carrots were a first-time try for me. I've done the crash hot potatoes only a few times. 

These are all outstanding recipes, and so easy. Perfect for guests because there's not much work involved and lots of what there is, can be done beforehand.

For dessert I made this Vanilla Pound Cake which has become a favorite. I drizzled it with lemon icing for a little extra zing.

On the porch of the second gift shop, this velvety gray kitty cat relaxed

Because Mari is such a delightful person, she is easy to hang out with. Just as you would think, if you are acquainted with her from her blog. Girl knows her way around a kitchen.

She finished up the crash hot potatoes while I worked on the carrots.

After supper I cleared the dishes and we went outside to sit by the pool, and waited awhile before having our cake.

Mari presented me with a thoughtfully chosen hostess gift of a mouth-blown glass ball that hangs on either a stand-alone tabletop hook, or on a sturdy shepherd's hook outside.

This is at the entrance to Fort Jackson National Cemetery

I chose to hang it outside, where I can see it from my chair when I sit in the sun room. It is the color of the sky on a summer day.

She included a gift card, as usual opting to do more rather than less, in keeping with her generous nature.

It was warm and not too humid, and the tree frogs were singing, and when all of my solar lights winked on, it was beautiful and I could have sat there all night.

But we had an ambitious day planned for Tuesday, so it was not too late before we went to bed.

The Southwest Redoubt, a British fortification during the war

The next morning I was up early to get dressed and ready, after which I made breakfast: bacon, scrambled eggs, toasted homemade bread with jam, orange juice, and coffee.

By a little after nine o'clock, the four of us were on our way to Camden, South Carolina, where there is a considerable amount of Revolutionary War history to soak up.

It was a hot day but not too hot and not overly humid. Not the punishing heat and humidity that comes later -- like now -- making it hard to be outside for too long without shelter.

On the way to Camden, TG suggested stopping at the Fort Jackson National Cemetery. It was the sixty-ninth anniversary of D-Day and we felt privileged to walk there on that day, where so many heroes rest.

This sculpture pays tribute to the Boykin Spaniel, South Carolina State Dog

I cannot get away from a national cemetery without tears forming in my eyes, and this time was no exception. The reverence for patriots is palpable in such places, and it is a moving experience.

From there we made our way to Camden, and the first stop was the Quaker Cemetery. It has been a favorite haunt of mine for many years.

It has its own share of American heroes too, from the Revolutionary war onward.

TG had procured a map at the entrance and was intent on finding the graves of the three Roberts brothers, all of whom lost their lives in World War II. Two of them perished only three days apart in 1944.

Seriously old graves at the Quaker Cemetery

Edman was the first to go, on July 10, 1943, at twenty years of age. His body is not in this grave, as it was never recovered.

Next of the brothers to make the ultimate sacrifice was Gilbert, twenty-four, killed in action on September 29, 1944. His death was followed swiftly by that of the eldest brother, Wilbert, age twenty-six, on October 1, 1944. Gilbert and Wilbert were buried in the Quaker Cemetery in November of 1948.

(Gilbert's son, Gilbert Junior, who was six months old when his father died and lived to the age of fifty-five, is also interred at Quaker Cemetery.)

We found the three flag-decorated graves where the brothers rest beside one another. All four of us stood awed there for several minutes.

I was so grateful to TG for urging us to locate those graves, which I had not known were there.

Graves of the Roberts brothers, all lost in World War II

After that we went a few hundred yards to what remains of the Camden Oak, the Old Presbyterian Burying Ground, and a Revolutionary War Memorial just across the street.

Then across a larger main road, to the big Revolutionary War site, with many buildings and two gift shops.

Mari and I combed both gift shops looking for goodies. I wanted to get something for Alaina, Ruby, and Cassie that would be souvenirs of their grandparents' visit to South Carolina.

I ended up with t-shirts for Alaina and Ruby, and a stuffed bear dressed like Thomas Jefferson, for Cassie.

Kershaw County was a major player in the Revolutionary War

(I wish you could see the darling thank-you notes I received. All addressed to Jenny the Pirate.)

I will save the notes as mementoes and hope one day to give each of these precious girls a hug.

When we left Camden, it was still early, so TG drove us about twenty minutes away into downtown Columbia.

There we toured the stunningly gorgeous historic Trinity Episcopal Church graveyard, right across the street from the South Carolina State House.

This live oak is said to be at the geographic center of South Carolina, but that may not be true

At one corner of the graveyard stands an ancient live oak that supposedly marks the geographic center of South Carolina. I say supposedly because that may not actually be the case, but who's to argue?

Live oaks are awe-inspiring anyway, but this one is especially amazing for its location in the graveyard.

After rambling amongst several hundred very old graves, and taking some pictures, we walked across to the State House grounds.

In due time we had had enough of walking in the hot sun, so we climbed back into the car and headed for Elmwood Cemetery, a few miles away.

This beautiful building at the Revolutionary War site is available to rent for events and gatherings

This is is the historic cemetery where TG and I have bought grave plots. We drove towards the back (the one-hundred-fifty-year-old part of this cemetery is in the front, just inside the entrance) and pointed out the spot to Bob and Mari.

It makes me a trifle nervous to cast my eyes to where my remains will someday be buried, and I said as much, but I liked what Bob and Mari had to say in return:

She won't be there for long, said Mari. (Because the dead in Christ shall rise first.)

She won't be there at all, said Bob. (Because of body, soul, and spirit, only the body dies.)

As the pirate said: I'm good wiv it.

Mari and me posing in the Trinity Episcopal Church graveyard

From Elmwood we headed for home, because we were tired and hot and needed to rest up before Cherica with baby Rhett, and Audrey and Dagny, joined us for dinner.

That morning before we headed out, Mari had helped me with some preparation for the meal.

I put Crock Pot Baked Ziti into the slow cooker, and had planned our return home just in time to turn it on so that it could be ready for supper.

Mari zested and juiced the limes, made the custard, and put together the Lime Cracker Pie that we would have for dessert.

Another ancient grave from the Quaker Cemetery

Homemade bread would be made into spicy toast, plus we had a green salad.

The kids began to arrive. I wish you could have seen Rhett strut the length of the kitchen towards Bob, and I also wish you could have seen Bob's face as he watched that.

It was a moment. Bob is a prince of a man and his love for people -- especially children -- is evident.

And so is Mari's, for she had brought gifts for Dagny and Rhett. The most adorable tee shirts: blue for him and pink for her, with the words LAKE MICHIGAN UNSALTED on the front.

The impressive South Carolina State House, framed by magnolia trees and crape myrtles

She guessed their sizes perfectly and they both look so cute wearing the shirts.

So we enjoyed the baked ziti (actually penne, haha) and the salad and the bread, then went to sit outside again.

It was warmer on that night, but the solar lights were just as faithfully twinkling, and I lit citronella candles and incense to discourage mosquitoes.

In due time we enjoyed the Lime Cracker Pie and a pot of decaf coffee.

Our dear friends Bob and Mari

We were all tired so before it got to be too late, we all turned in. Mari and Bob planned to leave the next morning before nine, for the next leg of their journey which took them to West Virginia.

I made scrambled eggs on that Wednesday morning, with more toast and jam and juice and coffee.

When Mari and Bob had to go, I was sad but also grateful that they had come, and that we had had such a nice time together.

Bob and Mari know that they are welcome here should their travels bring them this way again. I encouraged them to come in cooler weather -- meaning, pretty much, December through March.

Rhett says bye until next time, Mr. Bob and Miss Mari

I hope they will be back, and I hope that we can go to see them before too much longer.

Meanwhile we have these wonderful memories, and the hope of making more to go with them.

June took off like a shot and there were several more parties and occasions and events and get-togethers and celebrations before many more days elapsed.

I'll tell you all about those soon.

And that is all for now except to say, I wish you a happy Fourth of July holiday with your family!

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Happy Monday :: Happy July

A Memorial Day to remember

We remembered ... on purpose

Surprise! The parties, soirées, events, gatherings, get-togethers, and celebrations continue unabated at Chez Weber this summer.

Oh wait. It isn't officially summer for another week.

Well you'd never know it here. We are awash in bright sunshine with breezes breezing, cicadas trilling, hummingbirds humming, crape myrtles blooming, temperatures and humidity vying for the top spot, and other equally delightful summery conditions.

The weekend started with a Saturday-night spaghetti supper

We have hosted a huge, long-anticipated event since the one I am about to tell you about, and are about to celebrate again in a massive way, both tomorrow and this coming weekend.

Hint: There is a birthday. And then there is Father's Day.

But you will have to be patient; I have not yet reported on our celebratory doings on Memorial Day.

Four of our six grandchildren were with us at church on the day before Memorial Day

During which, for the most part, the weather was decidedly winter-like.

Yes! I said winter! As in, on the Saturday before Memorial Day, the high temperature was in the low fifties and there was a driving rain all day.

I'm pretty sure that some meteorological records were broken for the Midlands of South Carolina, where we live.

My decorations included adorable popsicle salt-and-pepper shakers

It warmed up slightly for Sunday, but the rainy conditions hung around, although less enthusiastically.

By Monday it was hot and humid, mostly sunny, but the pool was still cold.

The kids swam anyway.

Ember was practically twinning with Nicole, our pastor's eldest daughter

And by kids, I mean grandkids. And I mean every last one of them except for Melly, who opted to remain on dry land. These days, she mostly observes.

One of said grandkids had in fact been with us since the previous Wednesday.

On that day, TG and I drove up to Anderson, South Carolina (two hours) to hear our son-in-law, Joel, serve as guest speaker for the midweek service at Oakwood Baptist Church.

Four out of six (soon to be eight) ain't half bad

His good friend since Bible college days, Michael Jones, is the pastor there.

We arrived in the afternoon and had a scrumptious early dinner at Earle Street Kitchen in downtown Anderson before tooling over to the church for prayer meeting.

When we left to head back home, we had (little) Andrew in tow. You may remember him as the one who turned eleven in February.

There was cheese for the cheeseburger lovers amongst us

For the next three days, Andrew stuck with his Papaw, learning how to work. And a hard, diligent worker he is.

Andrew and Brittany and Ember arrived on Saturday afternoon, having endured the rain for the last half of their four-hour drive.

They got settled in and then everyone came over for a spaghetti dinner.

The chip supply was deep for our Memorial Day feast

I had made the sauce the day before so that all I had to do was cook the pasta, whip up some spicy toast using my homemade bread, and throw together a salad.

For dessert I had (also the day before) made our (big) Andrew's favorite: Strawberry-Pretzel Salad.

We hung out and ate and talked and enjoyed and got thoroughly tired out.

Three of my four babies ... with two honorary ones

As I mentioned, the next morning dawned rainy (still), but we all got up and went to church.

The weather had calmed down enough that we were able to take family pictures outside after morning services.

One grandchild representing each of my four children was there: (little) Andrew for Stephanie, Dagny for Audrey, Rhett for Erica, and Ember for (big) Andrew.

Our beverage station was well stocked with sweet tea, waters, and soda

Then there were the two yet to be born: Guy Preston Weber in late August or early December, and a player to be named later for the Porter team, in late September or early October.

They were there but you couldn't see them.

Melanie and Allissa missed that photo opportunity, but they'd be along later that night.

You'll have to try adding frozen lemonade cubes to your sweet tea ... just pour lemonade into ice trays

Everyone was hungry but no one wanted to cook, so we all headed for East Bay Deli.

You may recall that we went there on the last day of August 2022, for Dagny's Cast Off Party.

I love their salad bar and if you don't want that, there are endless other options.

I collected these cups from empty seats the last time we were at Wrigley Field

After a cloudy, overcast afternoon, we all traipsed back to church for the Sunday evening service.

I noticed that our friend, Nicole, the eldest daughter of our pastor, was wearing a pretty lavender summer dress just like Ember.

And as they have identical strawberry-blond hair, I asked them to pose for a picture.

Precious faces

Stephanie and Joel and the other two grands, plus their dog Piper, arrived in town late that night, but we didn't see them.

Allissa was dropped off at Audrey's to spend the night with Dagny, while the other three went on to Erica's house and spent the night there.

The next morning, after coffee, I got busy organizing for the meal.

I can't imagine Memorial Day without deviled eggs

It was slated to be standard-issue casual and delicious: burgers, hot dogs, and chicken cooked on the grill by Andrew and TG, accompanied by an array of chips (including Mission tortilla strips with salsa) plus barbecue beans, baked macaroni and cheese, and deviled eggs.

Cold beverages included sweet tea in the dispenser with frozen lemonade cubes, plus the big bucket full of ice and flavored, fizzy, and still water, plus an assortment of soda pop.

These cute napkins were left over from last Fourth of July

Dessert, which would be served with coffee, was a great big gorgeous birthday cake from Publix Bakery, provided by Chad and Erica.

Because her birthday was the next day. We always have her party on Memorial Day.

Henry, about to turn 91 in August, drove down from Greenville for the meal.

Cherica provided the delectable birthday cake

After lunch, at three o'clock, we stopped everything we were doing so that TG could lead us in observing the National Moment of Remembrance.

Our pastor had reminded us of that the day before, and urged us not to get so busy having parties, that we would forget.

We talked about Sandy Hilly Porter, the first cousin of our Chad's father, Greg Porter.

There was salsa and plenty of it

Sandy died in Vietnam at the age of twenty-one. We have visited his grave in Williston, South Carolina.

It was sad as always to remember the loss of Sandy, who, if he had lived, would turn seventy-five this year.

Then it was time for the kids to swim some more while the adults talked around the table outside.

I usually assign bun-buying to my girls because they pick luscious ones

Eventually Erica said she was ready for her cake and presents, so almost everyone went inside. The kids, who weren't ready to get out of the pool, played on while an adult (I don't remember who; I only know it was not me) supervised.

Erica was happy with her birthday gifts, which mostly consisted of cute clothes for her to wear throughout the rest of her pregnancy, and beyond as a nursing mother. She also got some pretty jewelry.

I love bringing out my patriotic summer decorations

Then it was time to serve cake and coffee, and we all went back outside to watch the children splash, and to talk until time for everyone to go home.

And now, Memorial Day 2023 is a memory. A sweet and wonderful one, poignant in its way for the fact that it will never come again.

What did you do on Memorial Day? Can you remember that far back? It's been more than two weeks.

The birthday offerings for Erica piled up

As for me, I am looking forward to the next party, which is set for tomorrow night.

No; I don't have to plan that one. We're going out to celebrate a special person.

Then on Saturday, here at my house, we will have a big party for the same person.

No birthday party is complete without at least one balloon

And later that evening we will also celebrate TG for Father's Day, because we figure we will all be too worn out to do it the next day.

Besides, he will attend the annual Father's Day Breakfast at church, and he'll be too full for a special lunch.

At any rate we will get it all sorted out and no occasion will go unrecognized and no event unplanned and no loved one uncelebrated.

Happy Birthday to our pastor's wife, Miss Ann

Speaking of loved ones, I wanted to share a picture of me with our beloved pastor's wife, Miss Ann, taken last Sunday. It was her seventieth birthday.

Yes! Hard as it is to believe, one of the ladies in the above picture is seventy. The other is sixty-six. I will thank you not to sneer.

For her birthday, TG and I gave Miss Ann a big box of Moon Pies and a two-liter bottle of RC Cola. If you're a southerner, you will understand that.

I'll tell you all about the next round of celebrations in a week or so ... but only after I tell you about a major event that took place a week ago.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Tuesday

Next stop, sweet sixteen

Allissa's disposable birthday ware had lots of gold for a good reason

I said I wanted to tell you about Allissa's recent birthday party, and although I must do so on the fly, I want to make good on that promise.

(We are gearing up for a rather massive holiday weekend that includes a birthday party, so I am busy making menus and shopping lists and getting the house ready.)

Organization is the key to everything.

In addition, tomorrow afternoon TG and I are traveling upstate to Anderson, South Carolina, to pick up our eleven-year-old grandson Andrew, who is going to spend the latter part of the week with us.

He and his family always join us for Memorial Day, as they go to Pennsylvania every year for the Fourth of July.

Andrew, whose school year has concluded, wants to spend a few days with Papaw, learning to work.

So I have formulated menus for his stay, and menus for pre-Memorial Day because Andrew and Brittany and Ember are arriving on Saturday afternoon, and menus for Memorial Day itself.

We will all be in attendance, plus Henry as he is driving down from Greenville for the day.

Mamaw and the birthday girl, for posterity

As well as other special menus for an upcoming exciting event that you shall hear about in due time.

But our Allissa -- second grandchild, second granddaughter -- celebrated her golden birthday about five weeks ago, on Tax Day.

As in, she turned fifteen on April fifteenth.

Daddy's little dividend.

(Joel turned thirty a mere two weeks after Allissa was born. That was a lot of adulting for him in a short span of time.)

But she has grown into a lovely, smart, talented young lady, and we are so grateful for her.

And we love her so much.

As is our custom, we met at the Cracker Barrel in Fort Mill, South Carolina, right on the North Carolina border.

The Carowinds exit.

She carefully blew out her golden candles

It seems that our beloved Essie does not work on Friday nights anymore, and we always ask for her and miss her, but all of the servers there are great.

Everyone arrived on time, good and hungry, and commenced to chatting and catching up which has a tendency to become loud, but the server managed to get all of our orders above the din.

From din to dinner ... the food came and we ate lustily, still talking, though I hope not with our mouths full.

As per usual, the men and boys sat on one end of the long table while the women and girls hung out at the other end.

I always choose a chair smack in the middle so that I can get a little bit of everyone.

Allissa's birthday balloons bobbed overhead.

I had gone to Dollar Tree where the festive mylar helium-filled balloons are a dollar and twenty-five cents, hoping to get a few stars in pink and/or gold.

Then my plan was to go to Publix and get one special birthday balloon to go with those, because their occasion-centric balloons are so pretty and, though a tad more expensive, more special.

The desserts Allissa chose for her party were luscious

But there were no pink or gold stars at DT so I just got three matching Happy Birthday-themed ones which happened to be pink and gold.

They were really pretty and I was glad it worked out that way.

Baby Rhett was seated in a high chair to my right and his dad's left. Chad and I both kept him fed and he played and made a stab at coloring on the provided sheet.

Allissa was on my left and we had a nice time chatting throughout the meal.

Then it was time for dessert and naturally Stephanie had it all covered, but then here came the server bearing a birthday-girl piece of that chocolate sheet cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream beside it.

I could smell the cake but I was not offered a bite and that's a good thing because I had no business eating that.

For her birthday dessert Allissa had chosen a cheesecake assortment and some small petit-four type cakes.

She blew out her candles and we all made our selections.

Who doesn't love a new bottle of their favorite perfume?

Stephanie got busy serving dessert plates and passing them up and down the table.

Then Allissa opened her gifts. She had requested another bottle (we gave her one a few years ago) of Philosophy Amazing Grace.

This time I got her Eau de Parfum (rather than Eau de Toilette) and I could tell that she liked having a "big girl" version of her favorite fragrance.

She received several more beautiful gifts and seemed very pleased with everything.

Our Allissa is growing up. Next birthday will be Sweet Sixteen and I imagine we will go all-out for that.

But first, the remainder of the spring birthdays -- Erica's is on May 30th -- and then on to the summer ones.

Dagny will turn nine on the fourteenth of June. Chad celebrates a birthday on the twenty-sixth of June. Rhett will turn two on the twenty-third of July.

I can almost hear the splashing in the pool and smell the hamburgers on the grill and see the rafts of presents and bobbing balloons.

Allissa's pink-and-gold balloons floated above the party

At the end of August, we will welcome a new baby boy: Brittany and Andrew's first son. Ember's little brother. 

And at the beginning of October, we will greet another new baby boy: Erica and Chad's second son. Rhett's little brother.

Yes! It's a boy. Cherica just found out last Friday. TG and I have four grandsons and four granddaughters.

Four of each. Girl, girl, boy, girl, girl, boy, boy, boy. Boy oh boy!

Not for nothing but four is my favorite number.

And that is all for now.

Except to say, what are your Memorial Day plans? I want to read all about it.

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Happy Tuesday

None other than your mother

There were gifts and cards for all of us girls

We had an extraordinarily wonderful Mother's Day.

Truly perfect in every way. Beautiful weather and lots of togetherness.

Also we ate a lot.

Much to all of our regret, we did not get to see Brittany and Andrew for the day.

They are expecting a son in late August. Chad and Erica are expecting their second child in early October. Tomorrow they will find out the baby's gender.

Chad gave Erica beautiful roses from himself and Rhett

So we are at a heightened state of excitement in our family this year, when it comes to mothering and all mother issues.

We began our celebrations on Saturday afternoon with an extended party at Erica's house.

I arrived first with Dagny, who had been at our house that morning, helping TG with yard work.

She earned ten dollars and added to that some money she already had, and we went shopping for her mother's Mother's Day gift.

Our Mother's Day party at Erica's house was on the day before

We found just what Dagny wanted to give her mother, along with an appropriately sentimental card featuring butterflies, at TJ Maxx.

That task completed, we headed out to Erica's and got there in the mid afternoon.

She had Honeyjubu on a loop on the TV and I relaxed and watched it mesmerized, for at least an hour.

Don't judge until you have binge-watched a homemaker in Seoul, South Korea, make food you'd probably never eat and relentlessly clean her already-immaculate house.

There were hamburgers and chicken done on the grill

There are a number of these types of channels and somehow these ladies make housework soul-soothing. I'm in because domesticity is basically my middle name.

(Another of Erica's favorite channels to stream on YouTube throughout the day is Bread Story. Yeah. Your mouth will water watching Japanese bakers do their thing but it will be enjoyable.)

In due time Audrey arrived, followed by Chad and then TG, and we started thinking about having supper.

There were chicken breasts and hamburgers cooked by Chad on the grill, plus a huge green salad and potato salad and corn on the cob.

Erica had made a lavish green salad, plus potato salad

I had again created my from-scratch vanilla pound cake with amaretto icing, and Erica had whipped up Lime Dessert from a legacy recipe made in decades past by TG's mother.

The only difference in the way Grandma (and Erica) made it from the original recipe of Grandma's old friend Anna Funk, was that they both used graham cracker crumbs for the crust, instead of chocolate wafer crumbs.

(Erica had contacted her Aunt Ruthie, TG's sister, to acquire said recipe, which Ruth provided in a text of a picture of Grandma's actual recipe card.)

There were fresh strawberries to put atop your slice of pound cake, if you desired.

Erica's sideboard was laden with gifts

Along with a dress given to me for Christmas by Erica, I wore my mother's diamond earrings and one of the two Ginger Snaps necklaces I had given her over the years, which she loved.

The meal was divine and when it was over all except for the dessert, none of us could yet face dessert.

Chad and TG went out front to sit on the porch and watch Rhett play in the yard.

We ladies lounged in the living room and chatted while the Japanese bakers on TV made enough bread and rolls and cakes and donuts to feed the Spanish Armada.

I have made a habit of making this vanilla pound cake

In due time the men came back inside and we decided it was time for presents.

We girls all give and get presents on Mother's Day. Do they do that in your family?

In my version of events, this whole thing was started by my late mother. I don't remember the year, but I do remember being touched the first time my mother gave me a present on Mother's Day.

None of my daughters were married or mothers at that time.

Since I love buying and giving presents, I knew that henceforth and forever, when my daughters did become mothers, I would buy them gifts on Mother's Day.

We will use just about any excuse to give presents to one another

And I have always done so.

A few weeks ago, TG went on his annual golf trip at Hermitage Golf Course in Nashville, where he and some longtime friends have a four-day tournament named after one of their members who has passed on.

They stay in the cottages at Hermitage, where a herd of Scottish black-faced sheep roam the golf course at will.

He left home late on a Tuesday and traveled to Knoxville, where he played a pre-golf tournament game of golf with our Andrew, and then had dinner with him and Brittany and Ember.

I had prepared Brittany's Mother's Day gift and sent it along with him. I also sent fresh-baked bread.

Erica provided fresh strawberries to put on your cake or eat by themselves

For my girls I typically buy kitchen-themed gifts, since we all love dishes. Audrey got a necklace and a mug.

In fact, so that I and each of my three daughters could have one, I bought a set of Calamity Ware Things Could Be Worse mugs.

To remind all of us that as bad as things are on any given day, they could always be ... you guessed it. Worse.

Everyone (except Stephanie, who hasn't got hers yet and I hope she's not reading this) thought those were really funny and useful.

My gift from Andrew and Brittany was in this pretty bag ... the hot-pink mailer was from Stephanie

The idea for that gift was hatched when, in mid-April, we had gathered at Cracker Barrel in Fort Mill, South Carolina, right on the North Carolina line, for Allissa's fifteenth birthday party.

(I have yet to tell you all about that party, but I will do so.)

A few of us were served our meals on Cracker Barrel's classic Blue Willow plates.

Audrey commented on how much she loves blue and white dishes and Blue Willow in particular.

Our friend Andrea from church was smiling by the time services were over

It was only a few days later when my consciousness was raised (hint: if you have something to sell, Instagram advertising works) to the existence of Calamity Ware.

It's a particularly meaningful gift coming from me, because I do (ahem) tend to envision the worst-case scenario first, before relaxing and considering a better-case outcome.

(I mean, I'm pretty sure it behooves a pirate to see the blackest angle to begin with, so that everything after that looks rosier. And there IS a pirate ship on the Things Could Be Worse mugs. I figure it's coming to the rescue.)

Four cards: one from each of my four babies

As they are every year, my children were especially generous to and thoughtful of me. I am a fortunate mother.

Then it really was time for dessert. I enjoyed a thin slice of vanilla pound cake with strawberries, as well as a square of Grandma's Lime Dessert.

Scrumptious.

We didn't want the party to break up, but eventually it did and we all went home to get a good sleep in preparation for Mother's Day.

From the Kitchen of Anna F, who was a dear friend to TG's family: TG's mom's decades-old recipe card

At our church there is a lavish breakfast for ladies only, during the Sunday School hour on Mother's Day.

We were all there and sat at a table together with our friend Andrea, whose mother was not with her.

(It takes some effort to cheer Andrea up on Mother's Day every year because she longs for her mom to join her, and there were some tears, and she refused to eat, but Dagny got her some chocolate milk and she drank that and perked up.)

Then we had a church service in which, as every year since 1986, the Mother of the Year was recognized and given a beautiful commemorative plaque and other gifts.

Cousins: Dagny and Rhett

This year, the Mother of the Year was the daughter of our church's first-ever Mother of the Year thirty-seven years ago. I thought that was special.

Other mothers were recognized as well, and then there was a sermon and it was over.

We took some pictures in the parking lot before going home to change into more casual clothes.

Little Mama: One in her arms and another on board

Then we all met at Waffle House.

I know! Two breakfasts in four hours! But we managed it, and it was super fun.

(We did it for Chad and TG, who had not eaten yet that day. We weren't about to cook for them, haha.)

My sister, Kay, was never far from my mind on Mother's Day. She would be starting chemo the very next day.

When I was in Greenville the week before, we had gone to the store for fake flowers and then visited our mother's grave.

Mother's Day 2023: Me with two of my three daughters and one of my four granddaughters

I'm glad my mom isn't alive to see Kay, her firstborn, go through cancer treatments again.

She would have been devastated.

But my sister is a trouper and if I know her at all, she will weather this storm with grace and aplomb as she has done before.

I'm in touch with her every day and so far, she is hanging in there.

She needs your continued prayers and I covet them for her.

Kay and I placed flowers at our mother's grave last week

Now it's on to the next event, which for me is in a few weeks and I cannot WAIT to tell you about it, once it has taken place.

But you will have to wait because it's still in the future and even the Pirate cannot write about what has yet to happen.

Meanwhile, how was your Mother's Day?

I'm anxious for the details.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Thursday

Going with the ebb and flow

I told Audrey: It's a great privilege to turn forty

On March twenty-fifth (this past, haha) we all met in Asheville, North Carolina, for a double birthday party.

The only one absent was our Joel, who is a pastor and does not take off on Saturdays (for it was a Saturday).

Instead, he visits church members and potential visitors and prepares for Sunday.

But everyone else was there -- even Andrew and Brittany and Ember. 

Audrey, Dagny, Chad, Erica, and Rhett had driven from Columbia that morning, as had TG and I.

Stephanie, Melanie, Allissa, and Little Andrew came from Lenoir. They brought their adorable puppy, Piper.

We were prepared to party

The occasion was the birthdays of our Audrey, who turned forty, and our Andrew, who turned thirty-four.

They were born exactly six years and one week apart.

This particular weekend fell right in the middle of their two birthdays, so it was the ideal day to meet.

We had found the ideal place, too. After deciding on Asheville as a doable distance for everyone to drive, I did some research and narrowed down our choices of parks in the area to the French Broad River Park.

It has a beautiful gazebo with just the right number of picnic tables for our party. There were two grills on its edge, and the restrooms were nearby. The scenic French Broad River flowed about thirty yards away.

I had several conversations with an exceptionally kind and courteous lady named Nora at the parks department, in the process of making my selection. She could not have been more helpful.

My apple pie baked beans got a grill all to themselves

As for that gazebo, we claimed it by all pitching in to pay the cost -- very reasonable -- although it is first come, first served for free if you want to take a chance that it will be available when you arrive.

We didn't want to take that chance so we paid our money to reserve the space, and I started planning.

The weather on the day was gorgeous, just warm enough, just cool enough, if a trifle more windy than I prefer.

Of course there were hamburgers and hot dogs. In addition, I had brought apple pie baked beans and potato salad and corn chips with plenty of salsa.

I had made a Mexican Chocolate Loaf Cake with powdered sugar sieved on top, and a Vanilla Pound Cake drizzled with amaretto icing.

It was a tad too windy but we made do although we did lose a few of those balloons

Stephanie had brought Watergate Salad and Erica contributed even more chips and dip.

I had made two huge thermoses of hot coffee, and we even had heavy cream and an assortment of mugs from home to drink it from.

I had also baked all week so I could bring fresh homemade bread for each of the families to take home. Like a party favor. I asked myself, what kind of party favor would I like? And bread sprang to mind, so bread it was.

When we got to the park and found our gazebo in the late morning, I started setting everything up and TG got the grills going.

Pretty soon everyone was there, and the kids were enjoying running around in the sunshine on the plenteous grass, and going down to the decking built out over the river.

Piper was prepared to party too but she wanted out of her crate

The park is only about ten miles from Olivette, where Andrew and Brittany were married five years ago.

We were pretty excited about celebrating Audrey's fortieth birthday, because that's a milestone.

I had encouraged everyone to get her what she really wanted: An assortment of higher-end stackable beaded bracelets that are so popular right now.

The girls all enjoyed conferring and sending links back and forth amongst themselves and to me, while deciding on which ones to get her.

TG and I took advantage of a January sale at Swarovski online, and bought her a ring and a necklace.

Melanie is in the habit of sitting off to the side and observing the action

She loves jewelry. We all do.

As for Andrew, I took a chance on a new bottle of cologne for him.

It all started when I got to talking to a new friend at church several months ago. In short order, we bonded over the subject of perfume.

We both love perfumes. Her name is Susan and, like me, she has older children. Her son, though in his early twenties, still lives at home and she told me that, as a young single working man can do, he'd treated himself to a bottle of Creed Aventus.

I was impressed because I know how expensive Creed fragrances are. I wanted to get TG some for his seventieth birthday but I quite literally could not afford it.

Ember gets right in the middle of things

Susan told me that likewise, she had wanted to get some Creed Aventus for her husband, after smelling it on her son.

But they quite literally could not afford it, either.

So she said, they ventured out into the unknown, took a chance, and bought a bottle of Fragrace Club Inspired by Aventus. On Amazon.

A knockoff, as it were.

I was intrigued and said so. Susan offered to bring me samples of each. 

I had to bring everything but the kitchen sink with me

Sure enough, she did that, and I opened two baggies -- one containing a a large card spritzed generously with the real Creed Aventus, cadged from her son, and a spritz of her husband's Inspired by Aventus (which costs ten times less) on another card -- one at a time, and sniffed with eager enthusiasm.

Heavenly. Both of them.

But it gets better. Not only were the two fragrances nearly identical, but I almost thought that I liked the Inspired by Aventus better than the actual Creed Aventus.

I'm not sure that I could, even now, tell the difference between them.

For several weeks I kept opening those baggies and sniffing those two cards, thinking something in the back of my mind but afraid to really invite it to the front of my mind, where it may have led to action.

My MacKenzie-Childs enameled bowl travels well

As in, the purchase of a bottle of Inspired by Aventus for my son Andrew's thirty-fourth birthday.

Why would that be such a big deal, involving so much thought? You may be asking.

Because after the inevitable Axe Body Spray phase that hordes of young men went through if they were teens in the early aughts, Andrew, when he went away to the military and to college, began wearing Liz Claiborne Curve.

And never stopped. You might say it is his signature fragrance. It's inexpensive but it smells wonderful on him.

So even though my investment in a bottle of Inspired by Aventus for him may not have been a big one, it was still his birthday present and I didn't want to get it wrong.

There was plenty of hot coffee with cream, and real mugs to drink it from

When he opened it, there under the gazebo at French Broad River Park, a few days before his birthday, I was anxious. 

Let me tell you why I got you that, I said. And I told him that to me, while Liz Claiborne Curve smells very good on him and is so strongly associated with him that it IS him, I felt during all those weeks of sniffing Inspired by Aventus that it was even more him.

I told him that to me, Inspired by Aventus (and the real Aventus too, if I'm being brutally if not frugally honest) smells like grown-up Andrew.

That when I smell it, it brings to mind adventure and aviation and a handsome family man who is smart and strong enough to pilot the KC-135 Stratotanker but gentle enough to play dolls with his three-year-old daughter, and take her outside and make a fire and teach her how to roast marshmallows.

Audrey was thrilled with the bracelets her siblings chose for her

Anyway I was so distracted while watching him open his gift and waiting for the moment that he sprayed it and sniffed it -- and that Brittany did the same, because let's face it, she had to like it too in order for the present to be a success -- that I forgot to take a picture of him.

He loves -- LOVES -- Inspired by Aventus. His wife does too. Andrew has called a few times since then to tell me that he's wild about it, and will likely never go back to wearing Liz Claiborne Curve. At least not after he finishes his current bottle.

I'm hoping that when he turns forty, I can afford to get him a bottle of the real Creed Aventus.

Meanwhile I need to get TG some of that fake stuff (maybe for Father's Day) because when Andrew sprayed it into the air at the party, I got a whiff and was reminded of how truly magical it is. Off the charts, as a matter of fact. Spectacular and marvelous.

This was only one of our food-laden picnic tables

Worth every cent although it certainly did not break the bank.

So it was that, festivities concluded, we all packed up and left for home at around four o'clock, full and happy and tired. The birthday honorees loved their presents and that was the best part.

The children were tired out from playing, but in a good way. Maybe Rhett would sleep on the two-hour drive home (he didn't).

At the time of that party we had already embarked on a remodel of our bedroom and master bath.

It took seven weeks total and it was harrowing, but it's done now and it looks rather beautiful, but I hope I never have to do that again.

A few weeks after that party, we had a party for Allissa's fifteenth birthday. I'll tell you about that next week.

There was cake and plenty of it

I would promise to do it later this week, but I have to go to Greenville for a few days. When I get back, it will be time to prepare for our Mother's Day celebrations.

My beloved sister, Kay (fifteen months older than me), who survived breast cancer nearly ten years ago, has now been diagnosed with non-Hodgkins Lymphoma.

We are brokenhearted because that's scary and potentially devastating, but the report is guardedly optimistic and we are counting on her receiving excellent care as she did before.

I haven't see Kay since her birthday in December (she's in that post; you just have to scroll down), so I'm going to Greenville to hang out with her and provide whatever support and assistance I can.

I'm not going empty handed. Today I made a huge pot of potato corn chowder, four loaves of homemade bread (two for Kay and two for Henry) and another one of those vanilla pound cakes drizzled with amaretto icing.

It's always a hit. I'll take everything with me and get there in time for lunch on Wednesday.

On your birthday and every day, I wish you all the precious gifts

I've also got a Mother's Day gift to leave with Kay.

Please pray that the Lord in His wisdom will guide my sister's doctors in the best course of action to help her.

For he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold. (Job 23:10)

And that is all for now.

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Happy Tuesday

As you lime it

Recently I got these Pioneer Woman mini pie plates. Cute, no?

We had a truly wonderful Easter holiday, and a particularly spectacular Easter dinner.

I don't say that to brag; I am a competent but not a gifted cook. I just do what's easy and tasty and basically foolproof and it works almost every time.

A lilac-scented candle decorated the air around our Easter dinner table

For our meat I decided on London Broil. I put it in the Crock Pot semi-frozen the night before, sprinkled the top with one packet each of au jus mix and Ranch dressing mix, and dotted it with a whole stick of butter, in pats.

I used a slow cooker liner for zero cleanup, popped the lid on, and put the crockery part back in the fridge.

Our London Broil, done in the Crock Pot, Mississippi Pot Roast style

On Sunday morning I reunited the crockery with the heat-up part and set it to high. It took a total of five hours to go from semi-frozen to fork-tender and mouth-wateringly delicious.

For sides, we had Crock Pot creamed corn: One two-pound bag of frozen sweet whole-kernel corn, one 8-oz block of cream cheese, half a stick of butter, three tablespoons of sugar, one-half teaspoon of salt, one cup of milk, and one-half cup heavy cream. Put it all in at once; you don't even have to stir until later.

Dagny swoons when she sees this Crock Pot creamed corn

I cooked it on low for about four and a half hours.

We also had mashed potatoes -- a staple -- but this time, I added a twist: To my usual big potful (about three pounds) of soft-cooked potato chunks I added one stick of butter melted with a generous splash of milk, some salt and pepper, a very large dollop of sour cream (I add a lot ... it may be as much as two cups), and a packet of onion soup mix.

My mashed potatoes are rustic: I leave the skins on and sometimes serve them right out of the pot

The onion soup mix is the new twist. I've never done that before but I will be doing it again.

The idea developed during a recent impromptu family meal that we all enjoyed at Erica's house.

Rhett was sick and I was at Erica's, helping her out. The rest of the family were at Wednesday night prayer meeting. Dagny was on spring break and did not have school that week so we decided to feed everyone when church was over.

I made my pineapple casserole in the charming deep-dish pie plate that Stephanie gave me for Christmas

Erica had some hamburgers in the freezer so we decided to bake those in the oven. I got started on the mashed potatoes. 

When they were cooked and it was time to mash and season them, I discovered that Erica did not have quite enough sour cream to make mashed potatoes the way I usually make them.

She poked around in the fridge and found some onion dip that she had made with sour cream and onion soup mix just a few days earlier.

This bunny holds up these ceramic petit-four salt-and-pepper shakers every year

I added all of it to the mashed potatoes.

Wow. You'll want to be trying that.

So anyway, on Sunday I added the onion soup mix to our mashed potatoes and again, it was a big hit.

I nestled my lambie rubber stamp into this tiny Longaberger basket

I also made the traditional Easter pineapple casserole using this Southern Living recipe. It's fabulous and if you've never made it, you should correct that omission as soon as possible.

Generally speaking that dish is meant to be paired with ham, but we did not opt for ham this year and I can assure you that it's just as delectable served alongside London Broil and onion mashed potatoes.

Two of our precious beautifuls, in front of the Easter cross at church

(When making that recipe, I will say that I don't measure the cheese to one cup. I add more. I add less sugar, though. Just a sprinkle will do.)

I had made fresh bread and it was cut into slabs, with real butter to put on it.

For dessert I made two things: A vanilla pound cake using this recipe (only, I use three eggs instead of two) and glazed with confectioners sugar mixed with lemon juice; and

There may be better pound cake recipes, but none that are easier to make

Lime Cracker Pie. Which is basically the reason I am writing this post: to tell you about Lime Cracker Pie.

I happened to see this recipe on Instagram and knew instantly that it was my destiny to make it.

Since I'd never made it before and wasn't sure how it would turn out, I had the pound cake for backup.

This little pink wicker bunny comes out every year

It wasn't necessary. Lime Cracker Pie is one of the most heavenly desserts I have ever tasted.

You'll want to try this for one of your summer spreads. Maybe your Memorial Day cookout!

Without further ado, I give you:

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LIME CRACKER PIE

HERE’S WHAT YOU NEED:

A bagful of limes. The bag I bought had nine limes and I used them all.

1 box (the kind with four sleeves) Original Ritz crackers. You could use club crackers.

2 14-oz cans sweetened condensed milk

2 and 1/2 cups heavy whipping cream

About 1/4 cup Nellie & Joe’s Key West lime juice

HERE’S WHAT YOU DO:

Zest the limes until you’ve got at least one cup of zest. More is better.

Juice the limes and if necessary, add bottled lime juice to make one cup.

To a large mixing bowl add the sweetened condensed milk, the heavy cream, the lime juice, and a bunch of the lime zest (reserve enough for garnish). More is better.

Whisk the mixture by hand for about two minutes. It will thicken into a custard-like consistency (that will thicken a lot more in the refrigerator).

Coat the bottom of a baking dish with one cup of the lime custard mixture. 

The dish you use is up to you but I used my 8x12 Pioneer Woman baking dish and it was the perfect size. I guess you could use a 9x13 dish but I think a slightly smaller one is ideal because it affects the thickness of the dessert.

Arrange a layer of Ritz crackers atop the custard layer. Put the crackers as close together as possible. (I used about 3 and 1/2 sleeves of Ritz total.)

Do another layer of custard and another layer of Ritz crackers and so on, until you have just enough custard to make the top layer.

Garnish with the remainder of the lime zest mixed with Ritz cracker crumbs. 

Cover lightly with plastic and refrigerate overnight.

NOTES:

This recipe can of course be halved, and in that case would probably be just right for a deep dish pie plate or even an 8x8 baking dish.

I saw some versions of this recipe using cookies instead of crackers. Nope; too sweet. 

Substitute lemons to get the same basic idea, lemon flavor … but the lime is sublime, haha.

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Lime Cracker Pie: I would rate it among the top three desserts I have ever made

Our weather on Easter was ideal: sunny and cool. A trifle breezy.

The day before, Saturday, we had a winter day. Seriously. The high was about forty-five degrees and it rained pretty hard for twelve hours straight. I had to turn the heat back on in the house.

I enjoyed it so much. I stayed in my comfy-cozies and baked and cooked all day. 

In my next post, I'll tell you exactly how I make this irresistible no-knead peasant bread

On Easter morning it was still only in the forties when we left for church, and I did wear my faux-fur jacket and opera-length leather gloves, but when we got to church and TG let me out of the car at the door, I took those off because the sun was out and it was up to fifty degrees.

You can see by the picture of TG and me that it had warmed up considerably by the time we left to go home.

TG and me: This was our forty-fifth Easter together

After dinner with Audrey and Dagny, Cherica and baby Rhett stopped by. They'd been with some of Chad's relatives for Easter dinner.

Chad had some coffee and hung out with TG while the girls and I entertained the children.

Once Cherica and Rhett left, Audrey, Dagny, and I took a walk in the glorious spring weather.

Kiss another Easter goodbye

And now April is on the wane and I am already planning for Mother's Day.

But first, Allissa has a special birthday this weekend, and on Friday night we'll be meeting together in Charlotte for her party.

I'll tell you about that next week.

But first please tell me about your Easter, and the many blessings it held.

That will make me so happy.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Weekend