Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
I've got it bad. Hubby and I spent last weekend and most of this week in Louisville, Kentucky and I just haven't been the same since. Was it all the late nights? The sippin' whiskey and mint juleps? Did someone at the Louisville Slugger factory conk me on the head while I was looking at a Jeff Francoeur bat?
Did one of the horses at Churchill Downs kick me in the head while I was looking at the roses?
Maybe I just had too much fun and my brain is revolting against the sink full of dishes and dust bunnies collecting in the corner. How can I vacuum when the vision of Victorian mansions on St. James Court still lingers?
If I lived in one, there would be staff to take care of these little inconveniences like laundry and weed-pulling. But my brain is slowly coming back around. I'm starting to recognize my family and the stove. My old friend the dishwasher is looking more familiar. The washer and dryer and I are back on speaking terms now that the pile of laundry is down to a managable size.
But we'll always have Louisville.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Fanny Ferrars Dashwood
There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.
Johann Friedrich Von Schiller
Some of the very best fairy tales begin in a cottage. There's a beautiful girl who's longing to escape her little life and go live happily ever after with a prince in his palace. Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Gretel all spent part of their lives in a cottage. Well, if they were as charming as these, I don't know why they'd want to leave.
The Dashwood girls in Sense And Sensibility had to leave their comfortable home to go live in a cottage. It was the envy of every rich young man in the county.
Is that a handsome prince come to carry off a fair maiden? Or an evil wizard with an evil plot on his mind?
These are the condos of cottages......all in a row. There are enough cottages here to hold all the heroines of the Brothers Grimm and Mother Goose.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
All the details of the wedding were kept secret so the Bush family could enjoy a private moment of joy with their daughter and new son-in-law.
all photos White House photos by Shealah Craighead
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
The mingling of lightning and ash seen above may be a "dirty thunderstorm." The little-understood storms may be sparked when rock fragments, ash, and ice particles in the plume collide to produce static charges—just as ice particles collide to create charge in regular thunderstorms.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Please give Sheila a visit and help her celebrate.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Just the looks on Lucy's face would make me laugh out loud, not to mention when she lit her fake nose on fire or tried to get in Ricky's show with impossible-to-manage Carmen Miranda head gear. Jackie Gleason's Honeymooners and his sketch show were guaranteed funny every time. The banter of Gleason-Carney was perfectly timed as was Gleason-Meadows. I can just see Audrey Meadows with her hand on her hip and a look of disdain on her face and the way she said,"Ralph!" you knew the fireworks were coming.
Some people mentioned Jack Benny, Dean Martin Celebrity Roast, and Laugh-In and I agree.....all of these made me laugh out loud and the Celebrity Roast made me laugh until I cried. What about Sargent Bilko, David Letterman, Seinfeld, and Red Skelton? All classic and very funny. Is it possible to choose the funniest ever? Well, you'll definitely have a good time trying.
Monday, May 5, 2008
then Peter Rabbit and Maurice Sendak's Pierre were my favorites.Before the words made any sense I was anxious to learn to read so I could pick up any book and enjoy it.
My grandmother from Columbus, Georgia would read Uncle Remus stories to us in an authentic dialect. It rolled of her tongue as easily as if she was speaking in her everyday voice. She made the antics of Brer Rabbit and Brer Bear and Brer Fox, who were always trying to out smart him, come to life.
My grandmother from Augusta, Georgia would read us ancient mythology and the history of the classical civilizations. When she read from Richard Halliburton's Book Of Marvels, her eyes would light up and she got as excited as we did to hear about the Great Pyramids and the Great Wall of China. Now my bookshelves are groaning under the weight of all the books. Everything from history to gardening and art to sports are covered. Of course there are still plenty of story books and I can't resist John Grisham's new offerings. There are some loves you just never outgrow.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Aarrr! Welcome aboard, me beauties. Any mate of Miss Donna is a mate of this here ol' bucket. There's a tankard of me finest grog for ye, so drink hearty. It be nigh on twenty grand glorious years we be cruisin' this here water, though it once was the territory of ol'
Jose Gaspar. Any ship can drop anchor now since he lost all his teeth and got fat and happy on cigars and sangria. Avast, me ship is me pride and joy so landlubbers can linger awhile and listen to the cabin boy play beauteous melodies on th' hornpipe.
The deck be swabbed and ready for company, but stay away from that scallywag of a bosun's mate.....he'll rob ye blind.
I see ye left yer cutlass behind so have a peek at me booty that was captured from yonder lagoon.
Shiver me timbers! Yonder caravelle is gaining on us and we'll have to teach them lily-livered bilge rats a lesson.
Raise the Jolly Roger an' stow the pieces of eight!
The scallywags won't touch a single doubloon of this here grand fine ship. Ye sprogs get ready fer some fierce swashbucklin' on the open seas....man the guns and we'll be keelhauling the scurvy dogs!
Thanks to Talk Like A Pirate Day for the language lesson.
Friday, May 2, 2008
A flock of thirteen peafowl wandered into the backyard this morning. Not an unlucky number in this case.....peacocks are welcome here. Tampa has a large population of semi-wild peafowl descended from the "watch birds" citrus farmers put in their groves. Their call would alert the farmers to intruders while dogs slept through the trespassing. Now these flamboyant birds strut through neighborhoods and shriek from cypress swamps. We're always glad to see them when they decide to grace our home with their presence.