I had asked, in the previous post, Daughter C & The J-Man, Miss M. if you’re reading this, how about telling us what’s going on in your part of the world? Daughter C delivers. Miss M is dealing with some non-hurricane related water issues.
A Weatherflow site at Calibogue Sound, Georgia, recently measured sustained winds of 37 mph (63 km/h) and a gust to 49 mph (79 km/h). An observation at Sapelo Island, Georgia, recently measured sustained winds of 35 mph (56 km/h) and a gust to 48 mph (77 km/h). It’s going to rain a lot on Miss
If you’re reading this, could you tell me what the switches to the left of the sink in the apartment turn on? Can’t figure it out. Thanks!
When Daughter C and the J-Man left the Farm, they left behind about 13 overflowing boxes’ worth of crappy old books. Mind, none of the books were actually in boxes when they left, they were on shelves and other surface areas of the Apartment. Months later, one of the tasks the Farmhand pretended to do
Happy Day After Mother’s Day! A comment from SueK yesterday reminded me of something. We wished each other Happy Mother’s Day and she said, “Telephone time!” Kids were calling. Back in the crappy olden days when everyone had a landline, Mother’s Day was the busiest day of the year for calls. Sometimes when you tried
A text I received from Daughter C this morning. I’d mentioned to her last evening how pretty all of the flowers she planted a few years ago were. Next up, photos of the grapes, blackberries, raspberries, blueberries, and apple trees she and The J-Man planted.
via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures Going to be sorting through the books Daughter C & The J-Man left up in the apartment. How many copies of the Iliad and Odyssey do you think are up there?
I look forward to Claudia’s Sunday Evening Art Gallery. Today’s is fabulous! Check it out (I’m looking at you, Daughter C & The J-Man).
As Missy is wont to do, I’ve began last Sunday’s Travels in the middle of things. So let’s back up. First– thanks to Daughter C! Not only were the photos taken by her when she & the J-Man visited the Walter Anderson Museum of Art, but also she kindly supplied me with a lot of
In order to realize the beauty of man we must realize his connection to nature. Walter Inglis Anderson More coming soon– including The Little Room!
“Missy! Rocky! Come ‘er!” Marica hollered. Missy and Rocky jumped from the bed and ran into the kitchen. “What is it, Marica?” Missy asked. “What is it?” “Ruff? Ruff?” asked Rocky. “You’ve got mail!” Marica said. “Ruff?!?” “Really?!? We have mail! Oh my goodness! Oh my!” Missy said excitedly while spinning around in circles. “Who’s
Originally published January 24, 2016. Daughter C asked for some slow cooker recipes. Here are a few links to recipes here on the blog. Unless otherwise noted, all have photos. Note that many of the recipes are migrants from the old blogger host and so look a bit weird (but it’s the recipes that matter).
Might warm up the joint a bit. It’s cold out there!
Daughter C has managed to aggravated me, even in her absence. Seriously, Care. Do you really think that your old toilet paper rolls count for art supplies? I trashed most of it. I’m sure you could make something of them, but few folks are as as talented as you are. I love you.
Daughter C gave my camera back to me. Complete with 188 images of Walter Anderson’s house in Ocean Springs, Mississippi! The print is “Landscape with Farmhouse” by Mondrain in Metropolitan Seminars in Art Portfolio 4: Abstraction, John Canaday, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, 1959. The various pieces of clutter are petrified wood that Daughter C
back in the Den and I heard a knock. I turned my head, and heard “Hey Mom,” But it was just the heater turning on, not Daughter C. I miss her.
As I sit in front of the television on this New Years Day— a day filled with appetizers served at noon, two o’clock, four o’clock and more still to come— Daughter C and The J-Man are moving the contents of The Apartment into the U-Haul. Not everything, mind you! Like all good children, they are
For reasons that have everything to do with this post, I’ve spent the last two days scouring my pictures files, and an array of folders with pictures in them, looking for pictures. Along the way, I wondered, when did Daughter C move in? And out and in again? And out and in again w/ The