tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.comments2023-04-26T12:08:14.501+01:00A Pocket Full of WryCleopatrasparachutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15294577014549587169noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-28159971422732722872013-12-24T22:07:22.538+00:002013-12-24T22:07:22.538+00:00I remember Christmas Eve-Eve at Eve's so fondl...I remember Christmas Eve-Eve at Eve's so fondly. Especially the blessings that Jim offered. I remember the house being filled with laughter, love, music, and great food. Such wonderful memories! Thank you for reminding me how much fun we had on San Salvadore with our "other" family. <br />Love,<br />KimAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12249136113967004083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-32285750633739689752013-12-17T20:08:16.056+00:002013-12-17T20:08:16.056+00:00We STILL ride around to look at Christmas lights -...We STILL ride around to look at Christmas lights - our favorites are the really super awful ones. I love a good mixture of constant on/ blinking/ chaser, all-white/multicolored lights at the same house, or a house where all the window candles are white except for one blue or red bulb somewhere, generally in a surly teenager's room, I imagine. And the more giant inflatables on a lawn, the better, in my book! Luckily you will be back on the 26th and can get your fill of horrible decorations. What about those things that get projected on the sides of the house, like from a giant overhead projector? I can't get enough of those.DLRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-39354182993778974772013-12-13T22:14:03.086+00:002013-12-13T22:14:03.086+00:00I listened to this after my day with sixth graders...I listened to this after my day with sixth graders on Friday, the 13th. This was just the balm my weary soul needed today. Just closing my eyes and listening brought visions of Dad conducting the long lilting phrases, his fingers curved and pulling the sound from the singers. Such a pretty piece to bring peace.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12249136113967004083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-81380795006907352932013-12-13T22:06:38.978+00:002013-12-13T22:06:38.978+00:00Thank you for sharing a portion of your present. T...Thank you for sharing a portion of your present. That is a lovely arrangement. And you heard the Philharmonic?? I probably would have sobbed the entire concert from the sheer magnificence of the music. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12249136113967004083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-86604273594203543642013-12-03T16:49:13.880+00:002013-12-03T16:49:13.880+00:00Good one! Good one! Cleopatrasparachutehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15294577014549587169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-64241145865040483572013-12-03T12:58:36.334+00:002013-12-03T12:58:36.334+00:00Did you consider taking a drone?Did you consider taking a drone?DLRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-89602483038460745612013-11-18T16:50:45.927+00:002013-11-18T16:50:45.927+00:00So you and I have talked at length about our mutua...So you and I have talked at length about our mutual loathing of Thanksgiving. The TG dinner I would like to have would involve people I would actually LIKE to spend it with, rather than people I HAVE TO spend it with. I would have my closest friends, most of whom I've stuck with since we were in school together, and those (admittedly few) relatives whose company I actually enjoy - like you guys. But whenever I've tried to float this idea past my friends, they always say the same thing: they have elderly parents, they have to be with them, etc etc etc...So in my sphere, none of us is having the TG we would actually like to have. This year I established a firm rule: I am not making TG dinner. To hell with it. So what AM I doing instead? Making 2 TG dinners: one for 18 people (give or take, because some can't be polite enough to RSVP one way or the other for sure); and the other for 4 people, 2 of whom are elderly and cranky. One of the latter, my father, has been busy regaling me with stories of previous TG dinners he's had to endure with me in which he didn't like the food. I kid you not. Can't wait!DLRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-7281206714490762292013-11-12T22:02:47.582+00:002013-11-12T22:02:47.582+00:00Are you really expecting a visit from the vicar in...Are you really expecting a visit from the vicar in those parts? Quite. Quite lovely, I meant. I too remember the scorched bedroom slippers of our formative years. That was the life, wasn't it?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12249136113967004083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-86880496624378739212013-11-02T00:11:00.181+00:002013-11-02T00:11:00.181+00:00This comment has been hidden from the blog.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12249136113967004083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-40767963636910355662013-11-02T00:07:23.297+00:002013-11-02T00:07:23.297+00:00Quite a lovely story, really. You spent quite a bi...Quite a lovely story, really. You spent quite a bit of time developing it. Quite. Must start using it and laughing inside.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12249136113967004083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-36701387245216262122013-11-01T23:57:06.242+00:002013-11-01T23:57:06.242+00:00How do you survive the mere threat of a storm with...How do you survive the mere threat of a storm without 24/7 coverage of every rain drop? EEK! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12249136113967004083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-56016745388388821922013-10-26T13:51:59.639+01:002013-10-26T13:51:59.639+01:00sigh.
sigh.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-36215183908908189032013-10-24T01:45:59.306+01:002013-10-24T01:45:59.306+01:00Oh, no, a FOX POX!! This reminds me of when we wer...Oh, no, a FOX POX!! This reminds me of when we were in Toledo, Spain, staying at a hotel with a gorgeous view, and we decided to pick up some local queso and wine and sit on our balcony and enjoy. I had been getting by pretty well on my touristy Spanish, so I went in to the cheese store and, pointing at what I wanted, asked for some "queso Manchego." (Cuz we LOVE Manchego.) This caused all the angry deli counter men to start hollering at each other and make faces at me, while derisively snorting "QUESO MANCHEGO!" Apparently, asking for queso Manchego in Spain is like going into a deli and saying "I would like some deli." Luckily for me, I am old enough to lack self-consciousness, so I just laughed it off, and left...without the Manchego....but we had fun anyway..... DLRnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545431398801442646.post-10888637980643894832013-10-22T14:47:41.832+01:002013-10-22T14:47:41.832+01:00Love the new blog...so happy to be able to hear al...Love the new blog...so happy to be able to hear all about your adventures! Much love!! Beverlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15185717513333258011noreply@blogger.com