Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Adam likes for things to be very precise. If you were to do something at five o'clock, he will wonder at 5:01 why you are not doing it.
Sunday afternoon when we were visiting Mother, we talked about James and Rene's vacation. They went to various places in Pennsylvania and West Virginia, including Johnstown, PA, the site of the big flood.
Someone asked me what the date of that flood was. I said I thought it was 80 years ago, about 1930.
Adam popped up: Wha Wha, that is wrong. If it was 80 years ago, it would be 1926.
In any case, I was wrong, very wrong. The date of the Johnstown flood is 1889.
Sunday afternoon when we were visiting Mother, we talked about James and Rene's vacation. They went to various places in Pennsylvania and West Virginia, including Johnstown, PA, the site of the big flood.
Someone asked me what the date of that flood was. I said I thought it was 80 years ago, about 1930.
Adam popped up: Wha Wha, that is wrong. If it was 80 years ago, it would be 1926.
In any case, I was wrong, very wrong. The date of the Johnstown flood is 1889.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
The Ruckers came to stay a while this weekend.
Ken had business in Memphis so they went there and then came to my house on Sunday morning.
George, Adam, and Emma have all slimmed down. Adam wears a size 8 and George and Emma wear size 7 slim. Emma and George each say they are the thinnest but Ken insists he is the slimmest. Anne says she can think of no part of his body that is the thinnest.
I called Julia and she came down in her Hummer. The kids and Ken rode with her to the nursing home and Anne rode with me. We took Mother outside and had a good visit.
Back at home, we played some games that I had bought at garage sales. Remember pictionary? We played that. Once Emma's word was children. She did a good job of drawing a lot of children's faces but we did not do a good job of guessing. We kept saying things like class, family, etc. Then George guessed "angry mob" and we all laughed so that we had to quit.
Emma liked a solitary game called something mosaics. It consists of colored plastic pieces that you put together in patterns. I enjoy doing it myself.
Sunday night we went to the movie in Henderson. I had a hard time keeping them here until time to go. Five minutes is enough time to get there.
Anne and Ken had looked the movie up on the internet to find out that it was suitable for children. I wish they had found out that it was not suitable for me.
The movie was Nachos Libre, absolutely the worst movie I have seen in my 60 years. There were ugly people, ugly scenery, and ugly interiors. I just did not like those people. I was only saved by the fact that I dozed off twice.
The kids liked it but they put it third for the summer behind Garfield II and Cars. I couldn't believe that Anne and Ken laughed but they did.
Ken left Monday morning to go back to Memphis.
We had started cooking on Sunday and we continued on Monday. We cooked more peanut butter cookies. They can practically cook by themselves. For example, they can crack eggs. The fun with the cookies was using forks to make the cross marks before baking.
We also made baked apples with a cinnamon oatmeal filling.
It was a day of playing for us. The big deal is that I took a garden hose, turned the water on, and let it run on the ground off the deck. The kids used digging instruments to make rivers, islands, and houses. they had a great muddy time. Then they started throwing the mud at each other and had even more fun.
They were so dirty. And my camera did not work. Drats. I hosed them off outside and then sent them to the showers.
Back inside they found they could lean over the balcony and reach the blades of the ceiling fan over the living room. They put their stuffed animals on the blades and then gave them rides, slinging them off.
Ken thought he would get back late but he settled the case and we met him for supper at Catfish Cabin in Jackson. After supper we loaded all their stuff into their SUV and they left to go back home.
Ken had business in Memphis so they went there and then came to my house on Sunday morning.
George, Adam, and Emma have all slimmed down. Adam wears a size 8 and George and Emma wear size 7 slim. Emma and George each say they are the thinnest but Ken insists he is the slimmest. Anne says she can think of no part of his body that is the thinnest.
I called Julia and she came down in her Hummer. The kids and Ken rode with her to the nursing home and Anne rode with me. We took Mother outside and had a good visit.
Back at home, we played some games that I had bought at garage sales. Remember pictionary? We played that. Once Emma's word was children. She did a good job of drawing a lot of children's faces but we did not do a good job of guessing. We kept saying things like class, family, etc. Then George guessed "angry mob" and we all laughed so that we had to quit.
Emma liked a solitary game called something mosaics. It consists of colored plastic pieces that you put together in patterns. I enjoy doing it myself.
Sunday night we went to the movie in Henderson. I had a hard time keeping them here until time to go. Five minutes is enough time to get there.
Anne and Ken had looked the movie up on the internet to find out that it was suitable for children. I wish they had found out that it was not suitable for me.
The movie was Nachos Libre, absolutely the worst movie I have seen in my 60 years. There were ugly people, ugly scenery, and ugly interiors. I just did not like those people. I was only saved by the fact that I dozed off twice.
The kids liked it but they put it third for the summer behind Garfield II and Cars. I couldn't believe that Anne and Ken laughed but they did.
Ken left Monday morning to go back to Memphis.
We had started cooking on Sunday and we continued on Monday. We cooked more peanut butter cookies. They can practically cook by themselves. For example, they can crack eggs. The fun with the cookies was using forks to make the cross marks before baking.
We also made baked apples with a cinnamon oatmeal filling.
It was a day of playing for us. The big deal is that I took a garden hose, turned the water on, and let it run on the ground off the deck. The kids used digging instruments to make rivers, islands, and houses. they had a great muddy time. Then they started throwing the mud at each other and had even more fun.
They were so dirty. And my camera did not work. Drats. I hosed them off outside and then sent them to the showers.
Back inside they found they could lean over the balcony and reach the blades of the ceiling fan over the living room. They put their stuffed animals on the blades and then gave them rides, slinging them off.
Ken thought he would get back late but he settled the case and we met him for supper at Catfish Cabin in Jackson. After supper we loaded all their stuff into their SUV and they left to go back home.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
No one has yet commented. I would hate to think that my blog is not more thought provoking than that.
To comment, click on comments at the end of the post. Then "post Comments" will come up in red, I think, click on that.
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To comment, click on comments at the end of the post. Then "post Comments" will come up in red, I think, click on that.
Then let me have it. Disagree with me, if you wish.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Jay wore his ultraConservative t-shirts to a couple of the games at Clemson. One said "Communism killed 100,000,000 people and all I got was this lousy t-shirt" and "Communism Kills" The latter had one of those pictures of Che Guevara on it but with one of those circles with slash over it.
Once we were walking into the stadium and a woman beside us ran into someone else. She said Excuse me. I was reading his t-shirt.
Monday morning I got up early despite the late night before.
Richard Henderson in Florence, SC, had to fly to Miami to look at a boat that burned. He was leaving at 1:30. But beforehand he was having lunch with his mother-in-law, wife, and daughter. I wanted to get there in time to crash the family party.
Laura was there because she had been to a Jimmy Buffet concert in Charlotte and was stopping by on the way home to Jacksonville. She has been to about 12 such concerts, including one in Las Vegas. She is a real Parrothead. (I think that is what they call themselves and is not a bad thing. .....I hope.)
Mrs. Smith, Carol's mother, is doing okay. She is always gracious and looks good. I hope I am like that when I get to be her age.
After lunch, the women went back to the Hendersons' house. Then Laura took her grandmother home.
For supper we had a great shrimp and avocado salad.
Afterwards we rented The Producers. I think I would have enjoyed it but I could not keep my eyes open and had to go to bed. I emailed Carol later apologizing for that since I had picked out the movie. Carol said she went to sleep watching it and missed Springtime for Hitler.
Tuesday I drove all the way home to Henderson.
Once we were walking into the stadium and a woman beside us ran into someone else. She said Excuse me. I was reading his t-shirt.
Monday morning I got up early despite the late night before.
Richard Henderson in Florence, SC, had to fly to Miami to look at a boat that burned. He was leaving at 1:30. But beforehand he was having lunch with his mother-in-law, wife, and daughter. I wanted to get there in time to crash the family party.
Laura was there because she had been to a Jimmy Buffet concert in Charlotte and was stopping by on the way home to Jacksonville. She has been to about 12 such concerts, including one in Las Vegas. She is a real Parrothead. (I think that is what they call themselves and is not a bad thing. .....I hope.)
Mrs. Smith, Carol's mother, is doing okay. She is always gracious and looks good. I hope I am like that when I get to be her age.
After lunch, the women went back to the Hendersons' house. Then Laura took her grandmother home.
For supper we had a great shrimp and avocado salad.
Afterwards we rented The Producers. I think I would have enjoyed it but I could not keep my eyes open and had to go to bed. I emailed Carol later apologizing for that since I had picked out the movie. Carol said she went to sleep watching it and missed Springtime for Hitler.
Tuesday I drove all the way home to Henderson.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
The next morning Jay and I were up and went early to the 11 am Clemson-University of North Carolina-Asheville game that had been postponed from the night before.
This time we parked in the Clemson football stadium lot. It is a large lot with lots of shade trees in it. We parked under one of the trees. I don't know what kind of donation is necessary to get to park here during football games but I know it is a thousands of dollars. There is a private parking lot some distance away where you can park on grass for $400 a season.
We walked up the incline to the stadium and walked around. Surprisingly the stadium was open but maybe that was because workmen were working on it. We didn't bother them and they didn't bother us.
When I think of Death Valley, I think of LSU's stadium. In fact, listening to ESPN radio on Saturday they said LSU's stadium is the loudest and worst place to play on Saturday night.
However, Clemson also calls their stadium Death Valley. At the south end of the stadium is a stand with a rock from DEath Valley, California, that the players rub before running onto the field. It had a locked cover on it so we could see it but could not touch.
After rubbing the rock the players run DOWN a hill in that end zone to get to the playing field. And it is down. I'm surprised someone doesn't break a leg.
At the baseball game I was surprised that, although Clemson won, it was a close game. I thought Clemson would blow them out.
We played UNC-Asheville and beat them 5-4. Both Jay and I were impressed with UNC-Asheville. We thought they must be the best number four seed in the tournament so I was suprised when James said their record was 28-31.
Saturday night Clemson played Elon and whupped them soundly. I had thought that was what they would have done to UNC-Asheville.
I just can't remember when we ate where so I will just describe our meals.
Clemson has a cute little downtown area that reminds me a lot of Tigertown, next to LSU. It has lots of restaurants and stores catering to students. We ate there twice. Once was at Firehouse Subs where I had the best sub I have ever eaten.
The Saturday afternoon game was very hot but a woman next to us had a contraption composed of a battery-operated fan with a spray bottle. When she shared and sprayed Jay and I it felt so good. She said she bought it at WalMart. Hers was in Clemson's colors which I didn't want but she said it also came in pink.
Sunday morning we decided to find a WalMart to buy some for the afternoon game. The WalMart in Seneca was open but they still have blue laws and the only thing you could buy until 1:30 on Sunday is food. We didn't mind. It's their town and they get to run it the way they want.
We went into Clemson and tried and tried to find WalMart. We asked several people but kept getting lost. When we finally did find one, they did not have the fan-spray bottle. We bought a regular spray bottle and it helped some in the hot afternoon.
We ate lunch at a Western Sizzling. Jay said he hadn't eaten there in years.
As we went through the Clemson campus, we stopped at Lightsey Apartments and took my picture in front of the sign. We wanted to see John C. Calhoun's home but the signs kept taking us to closed off roads so we finally gave up.
Sunday afternoon we played Elon and won easily. I blistered a bit.
We were sitting in my maroon folding chairs under a tree in the parking lot. It was getting dark again and I heard a Clemson man talking about rain. I went over and he said they were tarping the field.
It came a rain and the Clemson-MSU game did not start until close to 9:30.
It was not a good start. We were the home team for the game and in the top of the first inningthe Clemson lead-off batter hit the first pitch out for a home run. I thought it might be a long night.
Jay had to leave after a few innings to get back to Atlanta. I stayed and I was cold. I had put on another shirt and Jay had lent me a blanket out of his car. I kept it completely wrapped around me but still I was cold.
We did better and even led one time. However Clemson finally won that game and the series with a score of 8-6. I thought we did well in the tournament.
There is a sort of terrace over the right field fence at Clemson where some big spenders watch the game. They have some kind of machine that makes orange smoke. Usually the smoke just goes straight up. However Sunday night, maybe because of the rain, the smoke hovered close to the ground, went onto the field, and engulfed Jeff Butts, the MSU right fielder. It looked strange, like the horror movie The Fog.
Ron Polk went out and protested to the umpire to no avail. He went back to the dugout and the game resumed.
Then softly, the MSU fan sitting next to me said I can't believe that Ron Polk of all people conplained about smoke.
If you have never been to Dudy Noble in Starkville, I will explain that there is a smoky haze over the field from all the barbecue grills in the outfield.
I did not enjoy this game. We were losing, I was cold,and the game wasn't over until 12:30. I was so sleepy I just wanted it to be over. Luckily I got out of the parking lot and on the highway to Seneca fast.
This time we parked in the Clemson football stadium lot. It is a large lot with lots of shade trees in it. We parked under one of the trees. I don't know what kind of donation is necessary to get to park here during football games but I know it is a thousands of dollars. There is a private parking lot some distance away where you can park on grass for $400 a season.
We walked up the incline to the stadium and walked around. Surprisingly the stadium was open but maybe that was because workmen were working on it. We didn't bother them and they didn't bother us.
When I think of Death Valley, I think of LSU's stadium. In fact, listening to ESPN radio on Saturday they said LSU's stadium is the loudest and worst place to play on Saturday night.
However, Clemson also calls their stadium Death Valley. At the south end of the stadium is a stand with a rock from DEath Valley, California, that the players rub before running onto the field. It had a locked cover on it so we could see it but could not touch.
After rubbing the rock the players run DOWN a hill in that end zone to get to the playing field. And it is down. I'm surprised someone doesn't break a leg.
At the baseball game I was surprised that, although Clemson won, it was a close game. I thought Clemson would blow them out.
We played UNC-Asheville and beat them 5-4. Both Jay and I were impressed with UNC-Asheville. We thought they must be the best number four seed in the tournament so I was suprised when James said their record was 28-31.
Saturday night Clemson played Elon and whupped them soundly. I had thought that was what they would have done to UNC-Asheville.
I just can't remember when we ate where so I will just describe our meals.
Clemson has a cute little downtown area that reminds me a lot of Tigertown, next to LSU. It has lots of restaurants and stores catering to students. We ate there twice. Once was at Firehouse Subs where I had the best sub I have ever eaten.
The Saturday afternoon game was very hot but a woman next to us had a contraption composed of a battery-operated fan with a spray bottle. When she shared and sprayed Jay and I it felt so good. She said she bought it at WalMart. Hers was in Clemson's colors which I didn't want but she said it also came in pink.
Sunday morning we decided to find a WalMart to buy some for the afternoon game. The WalMart in Seneca was open but they still have blue laws and the only thing you could buy until 1:30 on Sunday is food. We didn't mind. It's their town and they get to run it the way they want.
We went into Clemson and tried and tried to find WalMart. We asked several people but kept getting lost. When we finally did find one, they did not have the fan-spray bottle. We bought a regular spray bottle and it helped some in the hot afternoon.
We ate lunch at a Western Sizzling. Jay said he hadn't eaten there in years.
As we went through the Clemson campus, we stopped at Lightsey Apartments and took my picture in front of the sign. We wanted to see John C. Calhoun's home but the signs kept taking us to closed off roads so we finally gave up.
Sunday afternoon we played Elon and won easily. I blistered a bit.
We were sitting in my maroon folding chairs under a tree in the parking lot. It was getting dark again and I heard a Clemson man talking about rain. I went over and he said they were tarping the field.
It came a rain and the Clemson-MSU game did not start until close to 9:30.
It was not a good start. We were the home team for the game and in the top of the first inningthe Clemson lead-off batter hit the first pitch out for a home run. I thought it might be a long night.
Jay had to leave after a few innings to get back to Atlanta. I stayed and I was cold. I had put on another shirt and Jay had lent me a blanket out of his car. I kept it completely wrapped around me but still I was cold.
We did better and even led one time. However Clemson finally won that game and the series with a score of 8-6. I thought we did well in the tournament.
There is a sort of terrace over the right field fence at Clemson where some big spenders watch the game. They have some kind of machine that makes orange smoke. Usually the smoke just goes straight up. However Sunday night, maybe because of the rain, the smoke hovered close to the ground, went onto the field, and engulfed Jeff Butts, the MSU right fielder. It looked strange, like the horror movie The Fog.
Ron Polk went out and protested to the umpire to no avail. He went back to the dugout and the game resumed.
Then softly, the MSU fan sitting next to me said I can't believe that Ron Polk of all people conplained about smoke.
If you have never been to Dudy Noble in Starkville, I will explain that there is a smoky haze over the field from all the barbecue grills in the outfield.
I did not enjoy this game. We were losing, I was cold,and the game wasn't over until 12:30. I was so sleepy I just wanted it to be over. Luckily I got out of the parking lot and on the highway to Seneca fast.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Adam and George's team won the championship of their league today. The Diamondbacks going into today had only lost one game this year and that was to A and G's team. So today the Braves beat the Diamondbacks twice today to win the championship.
The boys were so excited.
George hit a triple last night.
The boys were so excited.
George hit a triple last night.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Clemson trip II
On Friday morning I left Georgia and drove to Clemson. I had never been there and I was surprised. Surprised at the beauty of that area. I think I could live happily there. There are hills and trees and lots of green and lakes, fabulous lakes.
Driving into Clemson you can see the huge football stadium across a lake. Clemson is written on one side and Tigers on the other. From Seneca where I was staying I drove over a causeway and the baseball stadium was immediately on the right with a river running beside it. All so beautiful.
But back to me, I checked into the motel, the Jameson Inn in Seneca, at 11 am. Then I had to wait for the game which started at 3. That was hard because I was so excited.
So I went to the game very early. I had printed out from the internet a map of the stadium area but still parked in the wrong lot. I went down to the main ticket office but found that it was not the one for Will Call tickets. I had to walk back up this four story flight of stairs; I'm glad I had been exercising.
I went around to the other side, along the third base outfield, to pick up the tickets. When I told the girl my name, she immediately told me that she lived in the Lightsey Apartments on campus. This was one of the places I wanted to visit. There are Lightsey buildings at both Clemson and the College of Charleston. The South Carolina Lightseys are rich; the Mississippi ones are not. There is no Lightsey building at Mississippi State.
I did not sit in my assigned seat but under an overhang to stay out of the sun. But things were wonderful anyway as my team was taking batting practice. They looked so good.
We played Elon College that afternoon. Elon was ranked No. 2 in the tournament; we were ranked No. 3, and the University of North Carolina at Asheville was ranked No. 4. Clemson was not only ranked No. 1 at the tournament but was the national No. 1.
We lost to Elon 5-4 that afternoon. I thought we were the better team but two errors on State at third base was the difference.
I was happy though, doing something I loved, just in the zone myself.
I did see something happen that I had never seen before, a player knocked out cold. State hit a fly ball to the outfield between the center fielder and the shortstop. Probably not catchable, but the shortstop made a dive for it. As he was coming down, his head hit the knee of the outfielder. The shortstop was on the ground, not moving. He stayed that way for several minutes before he unsteadily with help walked off. He played for Elon the next day.
After the game, I went back to my car, took my maroon folding chair out of my trunk, and put it under some trees to wait for the Clemson-UNCA game. Two Clemson supporters were nearby and I enjoyed talking to them. They gave me a Coke and offered me food.
They did not ask me about MSU's stadium. No one did all weekend which disappointed me as I wanted to brag. Clemson has a wonderful bandbox perfect stadium but nothing like ours. It doesn't compare in luxury or size.
The men were waiting for another man to come. When he got there, they said something about me. He looked at me and said, only somewhat in jest, You gave a drink to a Gamecock?
Clemson feels about the South Carolina Gamecocks the way we feel about Ole Miss.
I immediately said This color is maroon not garnet. That made things right.
They packed up and went to the game which started at seven. I stayed under the tree a while and then packed my stuff back into the trunk.
Meanwhile the sky had been darkening. Sitting in my car listening to the game on the radio,I didn't know what to do but then I saw a streak of lightening and on the radio I heard they were tarping the field in preparation for the coming rain. They only got in the top of the first inning.
So I left. I could find no outlet from the parking lot and had to have a strange man remove some sawhorse barriers to let me out. It started pouring as I was leaving the Clemson campus.
Jay had called me to let me know that in Friday rush hour traffic in Atlanta he was going to be very late. He did arrive very late but the game was never resumed on Friday night so he got to see more baseball that he had expected.
On Friday morning I left Georgia and drove to Clemson. I had never been there and I was surprised. Surprised at the beauty of that area. I think I could live happily there. There are hills and trees and lots of green and lakes, fabulous lakes.
Driving into Clemson you can see the huge football stadium across a lake. Clemson is written on one side and Tigers on the other. From Seneca where I was staying I drove over a causeway and the baseball stadium was immediately on the right with a river running beside it. All so beautiful.
But back to me, I checked into the motel, the Jameson Inn in Seneca, at 11 am. Then I had to wait for the game which started at 3. That was hard because I was so excited.
So I went to the game very early. I had printed out from the internet a map of the stadium area but still parked in the wrong lot. I went down to the main ticket office but found that it was not the one for Will Call tickets. I had to walk back up this four story flight of stairs; I'm glad I had been exercising.
I went around to the other side, along the third base outfield, to pick up the tickets. When I told the girl my name, she immediately told me that she lived in the Lightsey Apartments on campus. This was one of the places I wanted to visit. There are Lightsey buildings at both Clemson and the College of Charleston. The South Carolina Lightseys are rich; the Mississippi ones are not. There is no Lightsey building at Mississippi State.
I did not sit in my assigned seat but under an overhang to stay out of the sun. But things were wonderful anyway as my team was taking batting practice. They looked so good.
We played Elon College that afternoon. Elon was ranked No. 2 in the tournament; we were ranked No. 3, and the University of North Carolina at Asheville was ranked No. 4. Clemson was not only ranked No. 1 at the tournament but was the national No. 1.
We lost to Elon 5-4 that afternoon. I thought we were the better team but two errors on State at third base was the difference.
I was happy though, doing something I loved, just in the zone myself.
I did see something happen that I had never seen before, a player knocked out cold. State hit a fly ball to the outfield between the center fielder and the shortstop. Probably not catchable, but the shortstop made a dive for it. As he was coming down, his head hit the knee of the outfielder. The shortstop was on the ground, not moving. He stayed that way for several minutes before he unsteadily with help walked off. He played for Elon the next day.
After the game, I went back to my car, took my maroon folding chair out of my trunk, and put it under some trees to wait for the Clemson-UNCA game. Two Clemson supporters were nearby and I enjoyed talking to them. They gave me a Coke and offered me food.
They did not ask me about MSU's stadium. No one did all weekend which disappointed me as I wanted to brag. Clemson has a wonderful bandbox perfect stadium but nothing like ours. It doesn't compare in luxury or size.
The men were waiting for another man to come. When he got there, they said something about me. He looked at me and said, only somewhat in jest, You gave a drink to a Gamecock?
Clemson feels about the South Carolina Gamecocks the way we feel about Ole Miss.
I immediately said This color is maroon not garnet. That made things right.
They packed up and went to the game which started at seven. I stayed under the tree a while and then packed my stuff back into the trunk.
Meanwhile the sky had been darkening. Sitting in my car listening to the game on the radio,I didn't know what to do but then I saw a streak of lightening and on the radio I heard they were tarping the field in preparation for the coming rain. They only got in the top of the first inning.
So I left. I could find no outlet from the parking lot and had to have a strange man remove some sawhorse barriers to let me out. It started pouring as I was leaving the Clemson campus.
Jay had called me to let me know that in Friday rush hour traffic in Atlanta he was going to be very late. He did arrive very late but the game was never resumed on Friday night so he got to see more baseball that he had expected.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Clemson trip
On Memorial Day, I went to the Seaton reunion at New Friendship. I carried fruit salad and scalloped potatoes. Aunt Maureen and Mother sat together. Aunt Mareen ate Mother's piece of cake.
After I took Mother home, I came back to my house, abandoned the left-over potatoes but packed the fruit salad in ice and left to go to Nashville.
The kids were out of school but the teachers had two more days to work so I was to care for the children. I was thrown into the briar patch.
On Tuesday our main activity was going to the community pool. This was their first visit for the year so they were excited. One time George came over to me and told me he was having the best time. So I couldn't take them home, could I?
So Emma and George blistered. Not much, a little. I had put suntan lotion on them but not enough or something. Three hours in the sun was too much.
I have no idea why Adam did not blister. His skin tone is the same as George's. Emma is pink. When they were babies and lined up for a picture, Emma looked positively red between the two yellow toned boys.
Several weeks ago I found a bird egg on the ground. The color was that beautiful robin's egg blue. I put it on the railing to save for the children and forgot about it. When I went back to get it, the sun had bleached the egg to almost white.
I decided we would study sun fading. I took some the egg and some fabric swatched up to Nashville. We nailed the swatches to the back fence facing the sun. The control fabrics went into the kitchen drawer. Now in a couple of weeks they can compare the colors.
Because of the blistering, Anne would not let them go to the pool on Wednesday. They were very unhappy. They wanted some of those weighted things that you throw into the pool and then swim to the bottom to retreive. We did not find them at either the Family Dollar or Piggly Wiggly in Nolensville so we went up to the big, new Publix store a bit toward Nashville.
We did not find them there but the three kids squabbled so that we left quickly. When we got home and I got out of the car, I could not find my purse. I knew I had left it in the grocery cart when I irratatedly pushed it away as we left.
I told the kids to be quiet in the back seat and to my astonishment they were as we went back to the store.
As soon as I walked in, a clerk said You left your purse! I went to the office where a woman had my cell phone trying to call stored numbers. I was lucky but for some reason driving back I was confident that I would get the purse back.
Of course, this is Julia's nightmare, literally. And to some extent, all women as we carry our lives in our purses.
Wednesday night I felt sick to my stomach and had a little fever. I did not go to the kids' ballgames.
Thursday morning I felt fine but Anne felt sick. I kept the kids out of her hair for a while.
I had some apples that I didn't think would last if I left them at home so I took them with me to Nashville. I decided to teach the kids how to make the fried apple pies that we used to make from dried apples when I was a child.
I had always used a saucer to trace around but Anne had no saucers (they use mugs) so we used the top of a pitcher. The kids traced around the top onto the pie crust dough. Then I put stewed apples on the round dough and they folded the dough over to make a semi-circle pie. They crimped the edges using a fork and made patterns and their initials on the top of the pie.
We could not cook the pies because we had no electricity! The power went out about 6 and three hours later still no power.
I bid good-bye to my sweethearts and left for Clemson.
Things went well until I got to north Georgia. Mapquest said to go through Atlanta. I did not want to go along the north perimeter interstate. Instead I tried to find a shortcut over to I-85 from I-75. I did not find it. Instead I spent hours wandering around north Georgia. One time I found myself on the Elliott Family Parkway going into Dawsonville.
When I finally got to 85, I was tired and checked into a Comfort Inn for the night. Surprisingly other MSU fans were there on the way to Clemson. I had stopped at a WalMart earlier to buy a map but I also bought some pimento cheese and with bread from home that was my supper.
I like pimento cheese sandwiches. It is the favorite sandwich of my niece Sonja but her brother Jay detests it.
On Memorial Day, I went to the Seaton reunion at New Friendship. I carried fruit salad and scalloped potatoes. Aunt Maureen and Mother sat together. Aunt Mareen ate Mother's piece of cake.
After I took Mother home, I came back to my house, abandoned the left-over potatoes but packed the fruit salad in ice and left to go to Nashville.
The kids were out of school but the teachers had two more days to work so I was to care for the children. I was thrown into the briar patch.
On Tuesday our main activity was going to the community pool. This was their first visit for the year so they were excited. One time George came over to me and told me he was having the best time. So I couldn't take them home, could I?
So Emma and George blistered. Not much, a little. I had put suntan lotion on them but not enough or something. Three hours in the sun was too much.
I have no idea why Adam did not blister. His skin tone is the same as George's. Emma is pink. When they were babies and lined up for a picture, Emma looked positively red between the two yellow toned boys.
Several weeks ago I found a bird egg on the ground. The color was that beautiful robin's egg blue. I put it on the railing to save for the children and forgot about it. When I went back to get it, the sun had bleached the egg to almost white.
I decided we would study sun fading. I took some the egg and some fabric swatched up to Nashville. We nailed the swatches to the back fence facing the sun. The control fabrics went into the kitchen drawer. Now in a couple of weeks they can compare the colors.
Because of the blistering, Anne would not let them go to the pool on Wednesday. They were very unhappy. They wanted some of those weighted things that you throw into the pool and then swim to the bottom to retreive. We did not find them at either the Family Dollar or Piggly Wiggly in Nolensville so we went up to the big, new Publix store a bit toward Nashville.
We did not find them there but the three kids squabbled so that we left quickly. When we got home and I got out of the car, I could not find my purse. I knew I had left it in the grocery cart when I irratatedly pushed it away as we left.
I told the kids to be quiet in the back seat and to my astonishment they were as we went back to the store.
As soon as I walked in, a clerk said You left your purse! I went to the office where a woman had my cell phone trying to call stored numbers. I was lucky but for some reason driving back I was confident that I would get the purse back.
Of course, this is Julia's nightmare, literally. And to some extent, all women as we carry our lives in our purses.
Wednesday night I felt sick to my stomach and had a little fever. I did not go to the kids' ballgames.
Thursday morning I felt fine but Anne felt sick. I kept the kids out of her hair for a while.
I had some apples that I didn't think would last if I left them at home so I took them with me to Nashville. I decided to teach the kids how to make the fried apple pies that we used to make from dried apples when I was a child.
I had always used a saucer to trace around but Anne had no saucers (they use mugs) so we used the top of a pitcher. The kids traced around the top onto the pie crust dough. Then I put stewed apples on the round dough and they folded the dough over to make a semi-circle pie. They crimped the edges using a fork and made patterns and their initials on the top of the pie.
We could not cook the pies because we had no electricity! The power went out about 6 and three hours later still no power.
I bid good-bye to my sweethearts and left for Clemson.
Things went well until I got to north Georgia. Mapquest said to go through Atlanta. I did not want to go along the north perimeter interstate. Instead I tried to find a shortcut over to I-85 from I-75. I did not find it. Instead I spent hours wandering around north Georgia. One time I found myself on the Elliott Family Parkway going into Dawsonville.
When I finally got to 85, I was tired and checked into a Comfort Inn for the night. Surprisingly other MSU fans were there on the way to Clemson. I had stopped at a WalMart earlier to buy a map but I also bought some pimento cheese and with bread from home that was my supper.
I like pimento cheese sandwiches. It is the favorite sandwich of my niece Sonja but her brother Jay detests it.
