So, I already did the sappy letter post, but here’s the fun stuff! We had Rollie’s party at the pool. Not a lot of folks could make it, since it was a holiday weekend, but we had fun anyway!
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So, I already did the sappy letter post, but here’s the fun stuff! We had Rollie’s party at the pool. Not a lot of folks could make it, since it was a holiday weekend, but we had fun anyway!
Here is one. There are not many.
I like that I am wearing one of my favorite hats from high school. It makes me sad that I didn’t keep my hat collection, although Todd is very thankful that I didn’t, and they were great hats, but not worth losing a marriage over. Woulda made a good dressup trunk for Tiller, though. That is Pop, over there on the left. Same old outfit as always; Heavy plaid workshirt (this was obviously Christmas, but he wore the same thing in summer, working in 80 and 90 degree weather) and “dungarees.” I just love that word. I love that he still says “dungarees” and “brogans,” and “aught” for zero. This is at the old house in Roswell. Check out that bigass tv! And the radio on top. Lisa’s pink one from the 80s – there was some serious Flashdance dancing done on the parquet hallway floor to that radio. Lots of Pretty in Pink soundtrack, U2, Depeche Mode, and Violent Femmes played on it too, as I remember. That clock on the mantel is on my mantel now, and i have been meaning to post a little something about how I learned to work an 8-day wound clock. Lost art.
What I like most about this picture is that I look really happy. I think it was Christmas of my Junior or Senior year. Probably senior. I look like I was ready to take on the world. I think i was ready to take on the world.
Since Tiller and Rollie can’t see their new cousin for a few weeks, and Lisa bought Tiller this outfit before having the baby, Tiller felt that she needed to say thank you to Lisa through video.
Lisa, she flipped when she saw the new Hello kitty shirt. She loves it.
Also, it didn’t come up in the video, but Tiller and Rollie are completely ignoring the fact that Mark and Lisa named the baby Dash; He will always and forever be what they wanted to name him: “Monster Truck.”
As in, “Did Lisa have Monster Truck yet?” That just cracks me up.
I’m the kind of girl who has a leftover dinner of mac and cheese, okra and blackeyed peas, green beans, one can artichoke hearts, and a glass of Chardonnay.
Dessert? One bigass heaping spoon of crunchy peanut butter in a bowl, drizzled with honey and a splash of Kahlua, and a squirt of canned whipped cream, and another glass of Chardonnay.
All of this is of course consumed during one episode of Masterpiece Theatre’s Complete Jane Austen’s series‘ Northanger Abbey, followed by the season premiere of Rock of Love 2. That one’s on VH1, which means not only am i cheesy, but I am old and cheesy.
A little video from our brief snow experience last night.
Things came to a sad end here this morning. A few years ago, we planted Evergreen Clematis at the base of our porch, and trailed the vines up the pillars and along the edge of our porch roof. As evidenced by the name, the vine is evergreen, giving us green foliage right out our window, all year long. The Clematis blooms, with big white flowers, once a year, for an all-too-brief period of time.
The plus to this Clematis has been the unexpected families of birds who have set up shop in the vines. Clematis is strong, and it is strong enough to hold a nest where it runs across the corners of the porch. At one time, we had three nests, all bustling with birds. Okay, it isn’t all zippity-doo-dah; The birds occasionally swoop at us as we try to get in our front door, but it has been more than worth it to hear the babies chirping in their nest as we sit in the rockers on the porch at day’s end.
This morning, as Todd was leaving for work, and I was being roped into a game of trains with Rollie, Todd knocked on the window from the porch, a disappointed look on his face, and then pointed down at the porch floor.
“The Birds?” I asked?
Todd nodded. He held two fingers up.
Just Saturday night, Todd and I were sitting on the porch, having a couple of beers after the kids went down, and before Todd went out to see bands (lucky bastard). We sat in the fading light, and as we did, a bird kept swooping in the side of the porch, a worm in its mouth, then flying back again to sit on the fence next door. She would sit there, trying to look nonchalant about not being able to get us to move. We took pity on her and moved to sit on the porch steps, away from her nest.
It wasn’t readily apparent what happened to our birds. The two babies were just lying on the ground, and they had been there long enough that the ants, who also live around and in our porch vines, had come to take what was there, swarming all over them. There was no sign of Mama Bird. My heart hurts for her. I wonder if she has moved on, this once idyllic aerie no longer holding any joy for her.
We brought Rollie outside to see the scene, and talk about what happened to the birdies, and how they are going to Bird Heaven, where they can fly fast and forever, without having to come down for a rest, where the worms are plentiful, and the nests are safe.
Things like this make me feel old. I now have a little sister is who over 30, married, and a proud homeowner. She is talking to me about things like how to plant a lawn. Good stuff.
Congratulations to little Leelee and Mark on their new place. Hurry up and get in there, then let me know what time to drop off your niece, nephew, and favorite dog.
Love,
Annie