Sunday, June 28, 2009
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Seeing Julien’s picture reminded I had forgotten to post a photo of Sophia at her party.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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Butterfly on echinacea.
Campion.
Butterfly bush.
Purple daylily.
Poppy, morning glories, double-ruffle daylily.
Evening Primrose. We watched these open last evening. I like Gerry’s shadow.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
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Calla Lillies…think of Katherine Hepburn.
The hydrangeas are turning blue.
Our “fern gully” is looking very lush this year.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
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Let me see if I can fix this mess I made of this story.
Angela sent me this email:
"Sophia has gotten into watching Tom and Jerry cartoons. Yesterday she was watching an episode where Tom does a piano solo. She said that he was playing Golliwog's Catwalk. That gave me a big laugh! I knew she liked the Marx Brothers and Mystery Science Theater, but I didn't know she was a Debussy fan."
I read it and thought "Catwalk?" That doesn't sound right. Went to YouTube and sure enough it was Cakewalk. So I figured Angela had just mis-typed it.
I fired off an email to her and said "very cute, but I think it's Cakewalk isn't it". Then I posted the story with my stupid correction.
Then Angela sends me this:
"Yeah, Sophia knew it was Cakewalk...but it was a CAT playing the piano."
Rim shot.
Grammy, go soak your head.
Saturday, June 06, 2009
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I read this in the NYTimes, but it was copied from O. He pretty much sums up how I feel about pets. I’ve come to grips with my fear of large, energetic dogs so now I can be around one as long as it DOESN’T TOUCH me instead of hovering with my back turned and my eyes shut. Humans are my species and I value them far above other life forms. If I want to cuddle something I’ll go find Gerry.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
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The game was held at a field beside Ranger Stadium.
Griffin’s baseball team won the championship! Our boy got a base hit. Great way to start the summer big guy!
He’s a chip off the old block.
If the parents would send pictures it would be nice.
We had a few friends over last night to help us celebrate Gerry’s birthday. Becky, Laurel, Rick, Paul, Carl, Jim and Kernel all helped make the evening what we refer to as an “Asheville evening”. We had given everyone strict instructions to bring NO PRESENTS. Kernel brought a CD he had made of “meditation” music and some insense to burn whilst listening. Becky brought a six-pack of white wine. Laurel brought ME some gooseneck to plant. They don’t mind worth a damn.
We partied and sang and ate and toured the garden and ate and sang. After everyone left I was in the master bathroom and I noticed a large bottle of wine sitting in the shower. I hollered for Gerry to come look and he started literally hopping around laughing about our crazy friends. He went off to lock up and I crawled into bed, turned my head towards his side and hollered again. Bottle #2 was behind his pillow.
This morning when Ger went out to the garage before breakfast he died and went to heaven. FOUR more bottles of wine.
We had bought this:
It will make all of these
taste like a million $$$.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
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Ger has been busy. He FINALLY won a trophy down at the pond. He’s won many races, but never came out on top at a regatta. It was a good day sailing. I kept score and enjoyed myself.
Yesterday we put the finishing touches on another of our birdhouse creations. This one sits on an old silver-plated tray and has crystals and beads artfully arranged on an old dogwood branch chosen for its lichen. The “shed” on the side lifts up to clean out the old nests. It has a copper roof that has been chemically aged. We built it for one of my garden club friends who’s gardens are part of the Master Gardener Garden Tour in a couple of weeks.
Tonight we are having a little hoedown on the patio. Kernel calls us “porch rats”. There will be guitars and singing. Of course there will be key lime pie for the birthday boy.
Monday, May 18, 2009
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We spent a few days with the Grebens. Here they are with Sophia decked out in her new cocktail dress.
Here’s Sophia in her PINK bed:
Sunday, May 03, 2009
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Sophia just wandered through the room and said, sort of off-handedly over her shoulder "if you feel somebody licking your feet, it's not me it's the cat".
Whew.
Friday, April 24, 2009
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I’ve re-thought my position on this show. The first season was difficult for me to watch. I suppose the main reason was I hated, hated, hated Melissa George who played Laura. I want her to take the money she made on that show and fix her overbite and stop the damn sniffing and learn to blow her damn nose. I didn’t like her on Grey’s Anatomy either.
I really got interested in season one about week six.
Season two is terrific. Its a lesson in how therapy works. It only works if the patient puts 100% effort into it. People who dabble in therapy, try it for a session or two are such losers. I mean that. They lose. You have to go the distance.
I sometimes think patients are scared off after a couple of hours because it becomes painfully evident how hard they are going to have to work. Well, you were miserable when you went there weren’t you?
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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Even the New York Times knows about
Sister Schubert's! The best yeast dinner rolls and biscuits in this world. At least once a year one of my garden club’s hostesses will serve Sister Schubert ham and biscuits. Tiny biscuits with some sugar-cured ham and a trace of butter or jam. These breads are as southern as you can get. They’re in the freezer case, but if you lie and say you made them you wouldn’t be the first.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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Don’t look at me!
A landmark is going down. Tavern on the Green in Manhattan is up for grabs. I once saw Arthur Rubenstein and his wife in the garden room, Liza Minnelli in the ladies.
In 1981, we sat down for Sunday brunch. The waitress walked up to us as we were being seated so I had no idea what was on the menu. She was really there for drink orders but little Miss Angela had already made up her mind. The waitress said what would you like and Angela said orange juice in a glass like that as she pointed to another diner drinking a mimosa from a large wine glass. Then she proceeded to order a baked potato with butter, sour cream and bacon and chocolate cake with chocolate ice cream. The waitress didn’t bat an eye. It all arrived just as ordered and there was one happy girl.