What a beautiful foggy morning……I love chilly foggy mornings.I talked this one (Caiti-16) into typing my Wednesday prayer this morning in exchange for bacon…..which she said tasted like dog treats…..I love turkey bacon. And I love how fast she types….and I love foggy mornings.
And I love the Lutheran prayer book:
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Through the years…….
It has always been challenging to unite our family together under one roof for any length of time….then to get us all dressed and maybe even smiling for a picture…..now that’s a miracle. Since I’m already mentally gearing up for the holidays….making menus, thinking about placecards, seating, decorations and the like, I thought I’d show you some of our family photos through the years. Can we do it this year? It seems unlikely given all the schedules of all the children (some of whom are adults with real jobs who are just learning about PDO’s), but we do always long for the brief moments we’re all together. It’s funny how after gathering at the table with 10 people, a few days later when there’s only 6 or 7 of us, it can feel so lonesome and quiet.
Summer 2002
Christmas 2004
Summer 2005
Summer 2006
Christmas 2007
Sunday lunch with friends….
I woke up very early this morning for a Sunday…..sometime before 5a and decided to make Sunday lunch. That makes for a busy morning when you figure that we’re usually struggling to get out the door dressed and fed by 9a. But we’ve tried the whole eat-out thing….and it’s highly overrated. And overpriced. There’s nothing so disappointing as eating a mediocre meal at Ruby Tuesday’s and then paying $65 for it…and complaining all the way home how we would’ve rather had a sandwich and eaten it at our own table with our own diet pepsi and our own chips and salsa. So, I put on my monogrammed apron and Eddie Vedder’s “Into the Wild” movie soundtrack, opened up all the doors and windows and let the October breeze wash through the house and went to work.
I set the table with my fall wreath that the girls and I made with plenty of handprinted construction paper. I added painted pumpkins and my favorite plum colored wine glasses.
Then I made chicken florentine…..my version at least with roasted red peppers, spinach, linguine, plenty of garlic and parmesan reggiano cheese. Okay and a few more items which maybe I’ll pen down later into a recipe. But you get the jist.
And homeade peach-blueberry pie, the recipe which I got from here and then added 1/4 cup more sugar(’cause I’m southern) and lemon zest(’cause I watch of lot of Foodtv). Oh, and salad and good bread. It was shaping up to be quite a feast. That’s when it occurred to me that I should invite our neighbors over to share it with us. So, we gathered after church and ate and talked and inspected the plates of various children who actually all seemed to like it.
It’s such a blessing to have good neighbors and good friends who you can call for an impromtu lunch and just enjoy each others’ company. Now Leigh Anne’s off to spray painting stuff, Tony’s off to Lowe’s, Stevie’s off to football, and I’m……contemplating a short power nap…..before I tackle Madame Bovary again. Here’s wishing you good friends, good food, and a good Sunday!
Ramblings on rain, bread, forgiveness, books and dancing…..
Scooter teaches……..
It was 1:00 in the afternoon and time to do memory work. They whined and scratched and cried and fell to the floor and complained that this was the worst day of school. Ever. So, I did what any self-respecting teacher would do…..I solicited the help of the dog. And in no time at all, we were all laughing so hard that I was thankful I hadn’t taken the time to put on any makeup. These particular verses of scripture are now forever burned in their memory, but I don’t know if they’ll ever be able to say them without laughing. Enjoy!
What brand of whine/wine do you prefer?
Our day began like this……writing sentences about not whining……all the while whining about it…Writing is good practice…..and any writing that gets us the chance of less whining is worth a try…….
And because I’m such a good teacher, I demonstrated for the class by writing some sentences of my own……
without whining, of course. There’s only one kind of whine/wine I like. Those are homonyms, just in case you wondered. I’m teacherly like that.