Acquisition

With University #1 on summer break (well almost…I am on “vacation” until summer break starts), I have a bit of breathing space to work in the yard and garden, take my dogs for longer walks, and putter around…whatever that becomes. Wasting time (puttering around) is truly, sometimes at least, the best use of time.

I got up at 6:45 this morning which is 45 minutes later than usual since I’m not working for University #1 just now, and did my morning ritual which takes about 50 minutes on average. Then, I came downstairs and let my dogs out for their morning rituals, which includes a few minutes of ball fetching for Mick and Gracie making rounds to see if we have any cats or raccoons on property.  Then, I fed the dogs and watered all my plants on the back porch. A daggone Carolina Wren has built her nest in a flowerpot again. *sigh* I hate when they do that. Then I checked emails for my jobs, and took dogs for a long morning walk…because it’s going to be too hot to take them this afternoon. Once back home, I put out my hummingbird feeder because surely it’s just about time for them to return.  I added seed to my other feeders because I love hearing the birds in the mornings.

 my porch jungle

I pulled out my relatively-new weed whacker and went to work on some weeds that are overgrowing the backyard. Then I cleaned the bird bath and watered my raised bed garden where I’m trying to grow some carrots and lettuce from seed. The carrots are up, but the lettuce is still a no-show.

Things are getting done. I was so pleased with my weed-whacker purchase (from Amazon), that I bought an electric tiller for Someone, also from Amazon. Despite his shoulder surgery, he was able to use it in the garden and was quite pleased with it. I’m hoping to plant our corn and beans today. We always plant late…unfortunately.

I remember life before Amazon. When you needed something, you went to “the store” and just bought whatever they had in stock. If it was too expensive, you waited and hoped it would go on sale, or you made some kind of substitution for what you wanted. Large department store chains like JC Penney and Sears sent out catalogs which were oftentimes wish books, but I can remember many times ordering drapes, bedding, and sometimes clothes from a catalog. You used a telephone, spoke to a human, and placed an order. They mailed you a bill if you didn’t have a credit card with them. Typically, you could have your merchandise within a few weeks.

Now with the Internet, it’s almost as if you can buy ANYTHING your heart desires and have it within days. I’m sure I did some online shopping before Erin and Emily were born, but after trying to take them shopping in a double stroller for the second time, I made friends with online shopping. I’m so used to it now that it’s my preferred method to shop. Lord, when I walk into a store now, there are so many distractions, and it just takes me too long. Also, it’s so easy to buy things impulsively.

Currently, I’m awaiting delivery of a patio dining set: table and six chairs. Some assembly required, of course, and no doubt that will take a good day assuming all the holes are drilled correctly and the screws are threaded as they should be. I looked at dining sets at our local Lowes store and online at several sites. Finally, back to Amazon, I found something good enough. Truly, anything I bought would be better than what we currently use – a 30+ year old plastic table and chairs that are discolored and cracked in places. The table legs are duct-taped. in two places. It's all pretty pathetic.  

Last night, I made a special trip to Wally-World (Walmart) to buy the cheapest possible rubber-backed rug runner. I need it to prevent scratching the roof of my car when I load my kayak. Our Walmart did not have any runners beyond 5 feet long, and the ones they had were about $25.  I checked Amazon on my phone (while in Walmart) and decided to order online. I found a 7-foot runner for $15. Yes, it’s ugly as sin, but I don’t care. It’s going to have mud and filth on it whenever I use it. It’ll be fine (and I’m supposed to have it by Thursday). Add to my to-do list, install kayak cradles on my Prius. Cradles were purchased two years ago (not from Amazon), but I never used them because I’ve had a mini-van to haul my kayak in until recently.

The lake is calling me, but not today my beautiful place. I have a tee-time within a few hours. My golf-addiction won out.

Welcome, Baby Elizabeth

Who boy! Yesterday morning started off like spring, but by the end of it and starting today, we are in hard-core summer. Of course, the weather will change again, but for the next few days, the weatherman says we’ll have sunshine and hot temperature (near 90). GIVE ME summer in May. Life is splendid.

Someone and I visited Sarah and her kids at Park Lake yesterday. Yes, you heard me correctly – kids. She and her husband, D, have two of them now.  Baby Elizabeth, the sweetest little sugar cookie on the planet, was born on March 22.  She was 8.5 pounds and 20” long - a strong, healthy baby with lots of dark hair. Giving birth is no walk in the park for anyone, but Sarah was a trooper.  She did not have the problems she experienced with birthing Catherine. Thank you for that, God.

I was privileged to stay with Catherine at her house while Sarah and D were at the hospital bringing Elizabeth into the world. I enjoy our alone time because it gives us time to get to know one another on a deeper level. Catherine has a great sense of humor, and she loves to play…anything and everything.  At the same time, she is two years old and as headstrong as they come, as most kids are at age two. Little tyrants who cannot be reasoned with and who expect to be the center of everyone’s universe at all times – that is typical for age two. It’s OK, she’s totally adorable. I adore her.

Welcome Elizabeth...a few days old

Catherine meets her new sister. 

As is Miss Elizabeth, totally adorable. Just as her big sister was, Elizabeth is a very good baby. She cries mostly only when she is hungry, or needs changed. When she’s awake, she looks around and gazes at things that catch her attention. She smiles sometimes when I talk to her. Her eyes are gigantic, and she still has lots of dark hair. She and Catherine look very much alike.

The many faces of Elizabeth

Someone came with me to Park Lake yesterday. It was very unexpected, but when he asked if he could come along, I couldn’t say no. Someone is still recovering from rotator cuff surgery he had last December. Just last week, his insurance finally cut him off from physical therapy.  He started playing tennis again a few weeks ago, but he still can’t play golf. He can’t go kayaking with me. He’s cut back on hiking because he’s afraid of falling and hurting his shoulder. We take lesser hikes together and it’s fine because Gracie is getting old and she can’t walk and climb hills like she used to. Mick plods along with us, but he’s no spring chicken either.  I’m happy to kayak and golf without him, but I think Someone gets lonely here by himself. I’ve been telling him he needs to figure out his life before he retires in December (2024) because I will not be his entertainment director and it’s not good to sit and watch TV as much as he does these days.

Elizabeth naps in the shade at the lake

We had a pleasant visit with Sarah and the babies at the lake. Catherine wanted to go swimming and she was even brave enough to sit down in the edge of the water and lay back on the cold sand. Someone and I shed our shoes and socks and waded out, ready to rescue Catherine if she should actually “go swimming” and need help. Fortunately, that did not happen. That water was COLD.  Mostly, she played in the muddy sand and threw sticks and such. It was a perfectly brilliant day.   

Sarah wraps Catherine in a nice warm towel

whirlwind: catching up and the wedding

I should blog. SO MUCH has happened this year. Where do I begin? It all runs together, so to write about life in a serial fashion is not likely to happen. For heavens sake, I have a beautiful new granddaughter to write about! That will be the next post. 

But…right at this very moment, when I should be building up classes for next semester, I’m still riding the high of Emily’s wedding and writing this blog post. Just two days ago, Emily. my youngest child (by 32 minutes), married a handsome fellow, Logan. Someone and I are so pleased for them – they seem like such an excellent match for each other. She was a stunning bride in her beautiful gown and veil, and he was simply dashing - a handsome, auburn-haired groom.

Emily and Logan: May 11, 2024 
Highgate Carriage House:  Fairmont, WV

Wedding party

Someone’s sister (my sweet sister-in-law) performed the ceremony. It was very personalized, thoughtful, and just beautiful. Emily and Logan wrote (and read) their own vows to each other. It was touching for us in the audience to see them trying not to cry (and mostly failing) as they told (and heard each other tell) how much they meant to each other. I am convinced they are ready to move forward with their relationship. Those of us who are married know it takes hard-core commitment and determination for marriage to work. I believe their marriage has every chance to survive.

Reviewing vows (just before the wedding)

Emily planned the entire weekend – rehearsal and dinner, wedding and reception, brunch on the morning after – down to the last minute-by-minute detail.  With no exaggeration – her itinerary, when printed off, was eight pages long, and even color coded!

Did things go perfectly as planned? Of course not! Does anything ever go perfectly as planned? First off, Someone’s mother had a mini-stroke two weeks before the wedding and was unable to travel. Someone’s father never leaves her side, so he didn’t go. Then, the Saturday before the wedding, my mother fell and broke her hip. Logan has no living grandparents, so there were no grandparents to honor at the ceremony. The weather was also a factor. Such a beautiful venue with outdoor gardens, stone walls and stairs, and brick walkways. It poured rain all day the day before and the morning of the wedding. About two hours before the wedding, the sky cleared and the temperature rose. Men began drying chairs. My future son-in-law (Tanner) and I pulled up the plastic aisle runner and drained the water off it, then staked it back down. The aisle runner was dreadful - nearly impossible to walk on. It was easier to tromp on the soggy sod than the runner, and almost everyone just walked up the aisle without stepping on the runner. We got through the wedding and then with about 75% of the photography complete, the rain started again.

Beautiful veil for a beautiful bride

Emily and Logan - first dance

Father/Daughter dance

Sisters: 3 with the same mother. 3 with the same father

Erin’s wedding is next.  She wants an outdoor fall wedding when the trees are colorful. Most likely, it’s too late to begin planning that for 2024, so perhaps 2025 will be their year. Tanner (Erin’s fiancé) already feels like our son. They have been a couple for like 10 years (no exaggeration). They began dating in high school.  

Erin and Tanner 💗

Inspired

 I should be working: menial tasks of cleaning around the house, grading papers for University #1, course developing for University #2, more decluttering and organizing work, etc., etc., ad nauseum. Plainly said with emphasis, I don’t wanna.  Not now, at least.

Today, on this first day of the New Year 2024 (can you believe it), I gave myself a delightful surprise. When I woke up this morning (sans alarm), I realized the dogs should go outside before I take a shower and get ready for the day...Lord knows I have no time for a dog accident to clean up. With bathrobe and slippers on, I called the dogs to come (which they usually do gratefully). We have a night light on the stair landing, so I didn’t turn other lights on. The delightful surprise was that upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, I realized I’d left the Christmas tree lights on all night. There was our tree, blazing in glorious colorful lights and shiny ornaments. It caused me to stop and remember that today is not just another day. I believe every day should be special like that. It also reminded me of Christmas mornings when I was a kid. As soon as we woke up, we’d run to the Christmas tree. It was always lit up with a bunch of presents under it. What a lucky kid I was!

I’m leaving things decorated until next weekend. Some people retire their decorations as early as Christmas Day, but people like me (who decorate in middle of December), are not quite ready to see it all go. Once Christmas is gone, the dreariness of winter takes over. It’s OK, I’m not a person who gets depressed in winter. The cold winter can be a wonderful time for adventure because the snakes are hibernating and it’s easier to see the poison ivy. The woods can be magical in winter, especially when there are icicles hanging off the cliffs and there are animal tracks in the snow.

This morning, because I took time to admire our humble tree, I noted that we have several ornaments of ballet dancers and ballet shoes. When I was young, tap dancing was my thing…I could write a whole blog post about those experiences. I was definitely never into ballet, but for some reason, all my kids wanted to do ballet. Emily, especially, was very good at it. I took the girls to see The Nutcracker nearly every Christmas. Who couldn’t love the music and costumes?

Miss Catherine’s parents took her to see The Nutcracker in Lexington. There was a shortened performance just for young children, perfect for Catherine’s first live performing arts experience. In advance of the big night, Sarah showed her YouTube videos of ballet dancers. She quickly caught on to the concept of dancing (spinning, leaping, kicking) and ballerina girls. At the tender age of two, she was completely thrilled by the theater and performance…perhaps a little bit too thrilled. From what Sarah told me, it sounds like she wanted to participate rather than sit and watch. Catherine became so disruptive that they left the theater very early in the first half. Well, that happens with toddlers. It was an experiment. For Christmas, Santa brough Catherine a leotard and slippers so that she can pretend to be a ballerina. 

Catherine might get to take a pre-school dance class next year. Oh, but it is next year! It’s more accurate to say that she might get to take a class later this year! 😊That might be a very good way for Sarah to spend time with the new baby while Catherine is busy learning to make friends, stand in a line, take turns, listen, and follow instructions. Those are all good things for young children to learn.