He’s almost back home, and we’re already missing him. So gratifying for the three of us to be able to talk about anything and laugh, relate, and get along. I’ve always said they’re the greatest gifts my parents could ever have given me.
A great few days
My brother David has been here since last week, and his visit has been so enjoyable. Pictured here are David and Lisa, Aaron’s parents, next to Aaron’s memory garden.
If you’ve visited this site over the last week or so, you may have read entries that were “letters” to people related to the past. Writing them felt very liberating, and once accomplished, I made those posts private. I’ve replaced the missing posts from those dates mostly with photos.
For those of you who read along and commented, I can still see the private posts and our comments, and I appreciate your thoughts.
Tiny Tuesday!
A dinosaur guards this house. April Fools! It’s only an anole passing through.
Just keep swimming
A photo from a post that I’ve since taken private. I still own this 1997 One Word Art painting (acrylic and glitter on 4×6-inch canvas) called “Seek.” The backdrop is an old necktie (folded) of Tom’s that makes me think of salmon swimming upstream.
Sunday Sundries
Today, Tom, David, Debby and I went to Nineteenth Street in the Heights for a little browsing and shopping. Here are some of the random shots I took.
This was the most popular good citizen strolling down the sidewalk. Everyone kept asking to meet and pet him, and he enjoyed it all. I never got his name!
Pulled Scrabble® tiles from this basket to celebrate being with family.
Houndstooth fashion!
He’s here!
We finally had birthday cake because my brother David is here, and Tim could join us last night for the celebration. I wasn’t in charge of the camera or you’d see everyone else instead of me plus endure a photo of the night’s menu: fish, hushpuppies, crab cakes, and coleslaw. Very Southern.
Photo Friday, No. 953
Current Photo Friday theme: Radiance.
This was a photo I posted on Instagram in 2022 to go with a Magnetic Poetry® poem I composed in 2011 from a group of randomly pulled words. Here’s that poem:
the language of perfume
makes a body divine
wakes the blind
drives us to floral lust
A long-ago birthday
During my first teaching job after I graduated from college, my students surprised me with a cake on my birthday. This seems like many lifetimes ago.
Little surprises
Today’s my birthday, and our current plan is to celebrate it in a couple of days when David (my brother) will be visiting. We’re really looking forward to seeing him!
A friend is moving to Europe, and Timothy’s happily brought a lot of her plants in pots to the Hall. She will be so missed, but it’s exciting that she and her family (including her, her husband, and their dogs!) are embarking on this new adventure.
Pride and joy
The title of this post is a Stevie Ray Vaughan song title. I was doing some reorganizing in the home office/craft room, and Delta decided to take a long nap with her head resting on a magazine photo of the late musician. She went back to sleep after I disturbed her with my camera.