Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Life's a Beach Hodge Podge


From this Side of the Pond

1. The first day of summer rolls in later this week. What are ten things you'd put on your list of quintessential summer activities?

1. beach day at the ocean 
2. beach day at the lake 
3. day trip to the mountains 
4. day trip to the outlet stores 
5. day trip to anywhere 
6. ice cream 
7. picnics 
8. bbqs 
9. eating fresh produce 
10. picking berries 
11. I could go on... 

Will you try to manage all ten this summer?

Sure!

2. Do you collect seashells when you're at the beach?

Often 

What do you do with them once you get them home?

Tuck them into vignettes, baskets, and planters

What's your favorite place to comb for seashells? 

 Reid State Park or Tenants Harbor, Maine

How many of these 'best beaches for hunting seashells' have you visited? 

Calvert Cliffs State Park (Maryland), Jeffrey's Bay (South Africa), Sanibel Island (Florida), Shipwreck Beach (Lanai Hawaii), Ocracoke Island (North Carolina), Galveston Island (Texas) and The Bahamas 

none

Which one would you most like to visit? 

Calvert Cliffs State Park (Maryland) because I have family and friends in Maryland.

3. At a snail's pace, shell out money, come out of your shell, go back into your shell, drop a bombshell, happy as a clam, clam up...which 'shell' phrase could most recently be applied to some event or circumstance in your life? Explain.

At a snail's pace because I am still moving slowly, but feeling better.

4. What summer activity do you dislike? Why? 

I dislike mowing the lawn because the lawnmower is temperamental and the lawn is uneven and sloped. Mercifully, it is also a postage stamp.

5. What's something you see as quickly becoming obsolete? 

Civility appears to be a thing of the past. 

Does that bother you? 

Yes 

6. Insert your own random thought here. 


Something has been eating my rosebuds and when I find out what, woe be unto it!











You will find Joyce and participants right here.
Thank you for stopping by! 


Tuesday, June 20, 2017

My Little Yammerings

Penny and I were having a little discussion about those beautiful tables of hers. When she shared the mosaic one that she had done with broken china, I remembered it well. Though it had been nearly a decade ago (Yes, some of us have been around for a while☺), I even remembered what I probably had commented all those years ago. She emailed to say Bingo. Ha! I knew it! Say, do you remember 
that beautiful table?

What's the point? Well, only this: I don't change much. You can see that in my featured post. I'm still a control freak; I'd still like to be able to control things that this world was never designed for some upstart human to control. I'd dispatch all this rainy weather for starters. There! I've said it again. Moving right along...


Glad that I had enough sense to cut flowers for the house because the wee garden is looking smashing this morning. No, really, smashed, smooshed, something. Did I say something about moving right along? That's another thing right there, I tend to get stuck on the same things over and over. I've been around the mountain so many times, it isn't funny. How anyone has put up with reading this blog all these years is beyond me. 


Let's get out of the tall grass, shall we? (One of John's favorite expressions.) 


I remembered something I wanted to put down for memory's sake. It is about the grands' visits last week. Jake arrived the second afternoon with his recorder in tow. I was trying to take photos with my iPhone...always tricky for me as I suffer with the dreaded syndrome  fat fingers

Let me set this up with a comment from Sam about recorders: No matter how well anyone plays a recorder, it never sounds good. He has a point.


video
~Jake plays the recorder~


This is very short, which is a good thing. You can see that I allowed my normally good Nonni nature to be tarnished. Remember: I have no clue that I am even recording or what's going on at all. They don't call me ditzy for nothing.
 

And I'll prove it again. When I attended Jake's baseball game last week, I found no parking. My back was acting up and I knew that I couldn't stand at the fence so I left and parked in the churchyard that sits above the ballfield. I had a wonderful "big picture" view, but I knew nothing beyond team colors of what was actually going on. Nevertheless, I determined to pay attention so I could chat with Jake about his game. 


The following late afternoon, the three of us were seated at a restaurant chatting when I mentioned that I had gone to the game. The grands were surprised because they had not seen me there. I asked the final score and heard the dismal news as reported a few posts ago. I said, "Jake, did you see that 
in-the-park homerun first thing? That was amazing!"


Jake's eyes narrowed and he wore the expression of what is this? a cruel joke? 


I kept yammering on just shoving that foot further in when Jake finally stopped me and said firmly: Of course, I saw that. I was the pitcher for the first three innings.
 

Never one to just shut up, I said, "Oh, well, I noticed that you stopped that runner at third base and scared him right back to base." 

Sam piped in with, "Doesn't matter. Third basemen aren't allowed to steal home anyway." 

Sometimes the truth just bites. 

Have a wonderful Tuesday! See you tomorrow for the Hodge Podge? Perhaps you'd like to check out the questions 
here. 


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Sunday, June 18, 2017

Father's Day 2017

Looking through the Memory Glass... Photos of long time ago... Surprised by what I found... Yes, I am sharing a few...


Since this is Father's Day, I thought I would share a few of the photos of my father and me. There are not that many, but they do tell a tale. My dad had a terrible time being photogenic; so do I. He was prone to pulling a face probably because he felt so uncomfortable having the focus on him.


At Quantico


Be kind to thy father, 
for when thou wert young, 
Who loved thee so fondly as he? 
He caught the first accents that
fell from thy tongue, 
And joined in thy innocent glee. 
~anon

Dad taught me how to swim


Dad provided many a Christmas morning


Let's look for a minute at the piano top in my maternal grandmother's home. Left to right:


my parents' wedding photo

my sister Kim with her Kewpie doll look

photos of cousins and their parents Aunt Betty and Uncle Harold

Painting of Lake Louise done by my Aunt Betty

my step-grandfather and his brother (impossible to see)

ballet duo

my mother's graduation photo

Thanks for indulging me as I wanted to identify them for memory's sake.


Dad stood behind me... always a doll and never a truck...


My dad was thrilled when my son was born. My dad grew up in the middle between two sisters on either side. Then he had me and my sister...no brothers, no sons...but a grandson and two great-grandsons made him very happy.


graduation day...recognize those 70s colors?



happy to see one another


And I will be happy to see him one day in Glory!

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Saturday, June 17, 2017

Petunia Pinching

Petunias are lovely, humble annuals and so prolific. If you want to keep them full and lush, no matter what they say about no deadheading required, you might like to follow this tip. Many of you know this already, but for those like me who didn't, it will be helpful. Thanks for asking, Debby!

It's pretty drippy outside so I'll take the camera indoors and take it from there.
















That's all there is to it, simply remember to pinch the wilted blossom and the star back. This will ensure a very happy plant indeed. Of course, watering and fertilizing and location are also important. Mine seem to be melting at the moment so may need to come in out of the rain for the next several days.




And on that soggy note, a reminder to myself... You be Sweet, too!


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