Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Even more reason, is my youngest daughter. She entered a photo into the Maryland State Fair and one a First Place ribbon. Wow! She was quite subtle in her pleasure but was pleased, none the less. It's quite a thing to be 15, see your photo with a ribbon on it among hundreds of photos. Kudos to you Audrey.
And, oldest daughter, started classes and auditioned for the Chamber Singers at Towson University. She had call backs and made the group. Woohoo!
And after some worry about a cough, the Handsome One is on some antibiotics and cough medicine and feeling much better.
While celebration was in order, it wasn't in the calendar. Instead, it just brought joy, which is good enough.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Grandma's hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands Played a tambourine so well
Grandma's hands Used to issue out a warning
She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast Might fall on a piece of glass "Might be snakes there in that grass"
Grandma's hands Soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma's hands Used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands Used to lift her face and tell her, "Baby, Grandma understands That you really love that man Put yourself in Jesus hands"
Grandma's hands Used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma's hands Picked me up each time I fell
Grandma's hands Boy, they really came in handy
She'd say, "Matty don' you whip that boy What you want to spank him for? He didn' drop no apple core"
But I don't have Grandma anymore
If I get to Heaven I'll look for Grandma's hands
This song played on my ipod when we were leaving the funeral.
Yesterday we attended the funeral for Eulala M. Grapes, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Great Great Grandmother. This is My Handsome Prince's Grandmother. Ellen, her daughter wrote a song about her, a few years back, it makes me cry every time she sings it. Elizabeth, her Granddaughter, wrote a poem for this funeral. I wish I had the words to both but since I don't I felt this song brought out the power of a Grandma and kismet that is was playing as we drove home from West Virginia.
Now we are both left with only one Grandparent alive. I called my Grandma today. She has taken up to writing poetry. She recited 2 poems to me, one about my cousin, her Granddaughter and one about life's tough questions. What is amazing is that my Grandma doesn't see well enough to write. Just well enough to recognize people and observe what happens around her. After 90 some odd years, she is experiencing the world in a totally new way and thinking about it and then creating from it. She recites her poems in her head and when they are "just right" she recites them over the phone to a friend. To me that is amazing and an inspiration.
My Handsome Prince's Granfather, Shorty, Eulala's husband of 72 years has been left behind. He still runs an antique auto parts business, has to be scolded to not climb on a pile of logs with a chainsaw, and plays scrabble every night.
Aren't we lucky to have had these influences in our young lives and now providing inspiration to keep learning, keep seeking, keep moving?
One of the things read yesterday was a poem written by MHP's sister. Among many things she called Eulala:
a whistler of tunes
a wearer of teal
an admirer of curly hair
I can feel her hands on my hair, telling me how beautiful it was, as I sat on the floor in front of her. I can hear her through My Handsome Prince's whistling and now Audrey's whistling, something I have never been able to do. I see my sister in law, a lover of teal, and see her. And of course we giggle about crackadoodles (passing gas, farts, fluffs). She was carried off in a white casket, for she loved things to be pristine, by her Grandsons and Great Grandsons. At one point the youngest Great Grandson, about 3 or 4, said somewhat loudly "I'm hot". It was perfect. The next generation and again the circle being unbroken. Rejoice in the long life lived and the life yet to be lived.
I lost my video from the previous post talking about Ozomatli at Sonar. I know you don't need another Ozo video or post. But they are keeping me hyped for days. This is just what we participated in at Sonar in April or May and again the other night at Pier 6. Too much fun!
Saturday, August 25, 2007
It was a great evening with my sister. It was a funny evening. Lot's of beer, young crowd, hot, the smell of marijuana permeating my clothes, uptight couple with bad karma so much so that they constantly got beer sloshed on them and my sister accidentally whacked him on the head while dancing, young cocky boys trying to get us women to dance/grind with them (imagine the Italian head slap "What are you thinking? I have children your age!" whap!), older guy grooving the whole time, G Love full of himself, and the two of us, full of ourselves, laughing, dancing, singing, never sitting, contemplating another club (foiled by a phone call). We vowed next time we'll stay out all night and get a room. When I got home at a very late hour, My Handsome Prince, sleeping asked "Did you have a good time?" I just laughed and said "Oh, yeah".
I received a phone call this morning, all it said was "Ozomatli, ya se fue, ya se fue." Dang I wish they didn't leave.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Just me and Li'l Sis.
I lost this video so have posted one above. FYI
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Yummy fruit from the fruit trees of friends from church. That will be my snack.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
A snooze in the hammock.
Path to the beach.
A Happy camper despite her sunburn, and her medication that makes her susceptible to sunburn, and her Mother nagging about sunscreen. What an angel.
Time to make the donuts! We cooked 90% of our meals over the open fire. Our friends Brian and Roto are the masters of cooking over the fire, although my sister is right there with them. She made the donuts. We made ribs, fajitas, a mean meatloaf, breakfast casserole, cinnamon rolls, blueberry coffee cake (muffins), sausage, peppers, and potato bake, bacon, scrapple, eggs, pancakes. No trip is complete without pork products on the grill. All absolultely heavenly.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
loading in the water
view of the river before we start floating
With the thirty(?) of us out of the water about an hour later. It made room for this next group to float. The river was just littered with people like us who just wanted to float.
Friday, August 03, 2007
Aug. 10, 10pm Anders Osborne at Power Plant Live Courtyard, FREE
Aug. 11 Corn Roast
Aug. 11 Floatilla on the Gunpowder
Aug. 13 Emma moves out
Aug. 18 Hot August Blues
Aug. 18 Family Reunion
Aug. 19 Dinner with friends
Aug. 24 G Love and Special Sauce
Aug. 26 Sunday Night Live starts
Aug. 27 School starts - boohoo!
We are off to the beach for a week. Our favorite home away from home, camping at Cape Henlopen. A week with family (Li'l Sis and kids) and friends so close they are family. We will play capture the flag on the dunes, cook delicious meals over the open fire, kayak, bike, climb the WW II Observation Tower, lay around in hammocks, road trips to DQ, and of course, sunbathe and swim. It's definitely overdue around here.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Dad joined us for dinner. Typical to fashion, we ate wonderful food, drank a little too much vino, and told and heard stories. My sister and her husband speaking of their trip to Italy (totally different/separate from ours). My Dad told a story of going to see Duke Ellington with a friend whose friend was an intimate friend of The Duke. They went back stage, spoke with him, and he even gave them a private little concert. My sister and I were flabbergasted that we had never heard this story. Duke Ellington had taken their addresses and promised them Christmas cards from Europe. He died that year and sometime in the spring, Dad received a card from Duke Ellington's personal secretary, carrying out his promise. Wow.