Good afternoon!Hope you enjoyed that completely unexpected Guest Post by Miss M. Poor Dear. She kept dropping hints all day. She baked me a quiche! But I had decided to stay away from the World Wide Web and enjoy time with my family. Daughter C finally called to tell me to look at the blog.
Surprise! It’s a Mother’s Day guest blog post! When we were little girls playing house or kitchen or whatever it is we played, Daughter C would whip up the occasional imaginary quiche. When the chimerical culinary creation was ready, the “oven timer”, played by Daughter C, would alert all those within ear-shot with
It’s been a very book-oriented day. 1.) I received a package in the mail today– a Mothers Day gift from Kat! A 5″ x 30″ matted photo Kat took of the interior a bookstore in Salem, Massachusetts. click to enlarge. My photo of Kat’s photo does not do her photo justice. Hers is stunning. There are
Tomorrow is Miss M’s birthday! This is the vegan Strawberry Cake Daughter C baked for Miss M. Kat was instrumental in the cake’s creation. She found the recipe. She answered our initial questions. Bless her heart. Daughter C is neither a vegan nor a baker. And as I recall, Daughter C said she called Kat
I knew something was wrong, and I was right.According to all of our previous calculations, to finish the Imaginary Dinner Party Game we should need to add three chairs tomorrow. But when I counted the empty chairs at Table 2, and subtracted from eight players, the result was two. It didn’t add up. And then,
Mr. Big Food, Miss M., and I were chatting about a hypothetical dinner party this evening. We decided to turn our chit-chat into a little game.The question is, “Who would you invite to an imaginary dinner party?” RULES The invited guests must be Real People. Dr. Who, Sherlock, and Mr. Spock cannot be invited. (That’s
When The Girls plus the girls (The Girls’ cousins) came of age, The Girls decided we– that is, all T/the G/girls’ families– would do Secret Santa. I wasn’t the biggest supporter of Secret Santa in the beginning but I sympathized with The Girls’ reasoning. Better to give and receive one nice gift that you actually
We have arrived in The Nati. On our way here, we stopped at the National Corvette Museum. We had lunch at a Waffle House where there were some Sons of God Bikers. One of the advantages of traveling with multiple things that can take pictures is that I can take pictures on multiple things. I’ve
I’ll ask Miss M. to communicate her thoughts to me throughout the day. What I miss when they are gone is the almost constant contact and the quiet times in the truck when you check off conversation starting point and reject them all in turn. There are some false starts. But the point is, you’re/I’m
What a weekend! After preparing for the get together, and then getting together with folks Saturday, we all– Daughter C., Miss M., A. Leland, Mr. Big Food, and I– enjoyed a “Lazy” Sunday. Girls! Take the dogs on a pack walk to the pasture. Miss M.! Make some delicious bruschetta for us. Hey you! Have
It is BIG news that A. Leland is coming but it is even BIGGER news that Miss M. is coming!
Today was a pain in the neck day. We had to go to Memphis. I don’t mind going to Memphis but I was glad to be home earlier than I expected to be home because we’d found two new shortcuts. It stormed in the morning and rained in the afternoon. It’s April. When I opened
At the end of the evening– for you “city folk” that’s somewhere between 8:30 and 9 o’clock post meridian— the challenge is to get them all settled down. “Settled down” needs some unpacking. Missy on the bed counts as settled down. Missy repeatedly dropping the tennis ball off the bed, watching it bounce, hit the
Missy had– continues to be having– a tough night, even though she had a good day. I think she misses Rocky. It’s amazing how quickly he picked up on my suggestion that he set a good example. But since it’s the weekend, and Daughter C has been home for some portion of it, we haven’t
I have written about Rocky’s growth and development. Rocky is becoming a very good dog. He is not an excellent dog, yet. He is training for excellence. This is a non-trivial claim about this dog. Mr. Big Food and I were talking about this dog this evening. Rocky is smart. He’s still a bit needy–
Contents of Aunt Margaret’s button box ALTERNATE POST TITLE: How to Tempt Poor Little Rocky I am beginning a project which I will post a bit about from time to time. I won’t be able to be particularly specific– Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat, and all– but I will share parts of
Kat plates some food for photographs of Meals That Matter. Note Mr. Big Food’s desk light, and the flour sack towel. Miss M. prepares to survey th . It didn’t go all that badly. She ended up walking back to the house. A tea for the Bride-to-Be Thanks to Daughter C & Aliesha.
I won’t be talking much except when I give myself a timeout. As I write it’s 9:19pm on Wednesday. (I scheduled this post.) We don’t expect them until 2:30am, or later. I hope she doesn’t speed. Not that it takes that long, but just I imagine a stop & rob stop with them in Southaven