Wednesday, August 26, 2015

I have been away from the porch...

                                                   Sarah...the post grad student
                          Mike and Karin...my bro and his better half...
                                          Stephanie...the birthday girl
                            Bob...Stephanie's hubby waiting for coffee...
                          Stephanie...is the coffee ready yet?
                        Ivan, Marci and Al...my hubby, my sister and her significant other
                                 Hugs...
                              Dave...our host, grilling veggies
                            Brother Mike grilling fresh salmon...
                          Karin, Dawn and Stephanie...what?
                            Proud  Mom and son
                       Niece Dawn, Alice and niece Sarah...with an h...
                                               Hubby and Me
                                 Christine, our hostess and Ivan, her charge
                                     Birthday girl and her consort
                                                      Smoochies
                            The Middle...that's me
                            Help!! No, really, they need help!

A trip to Vancouver, B.C. and Salt Spring Island to celebrate my sister's 60th birthday turned into a family adventure! We hiked, went whale watching, tasted craft beer and wine, shared delicious food, visited a goat farm and fromagere. I looked that up.  We saw Orca whales, sea lions, a kangaroo mouse, star fish and sea otters. We visited a farmer's market on the island where we tasted fresh vegetables and fruits. Dave and Christine shared their downtown Vancouver neighborhood with us. We saw the sights, a former Olympic village, a museum of the First Nation,  the ocean and mountain vistas, and Affogato...
After all that I must say that the best part of the trip for me was spending time with these people. My family lives across the U.S. and Canada. We get together often but this is our first trip as a group to B.C. I enjoyed sharing morning coffee, having the time to just sit and talk. I soaked up the relaxed atmosphere of groovy Salt Spring Island. We all enjoyed the company of our family. Peace and Love in Vangroovy...

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Back on the old front porch...





I took so many pictures of the grands in June and July. They stayed with us from June 13 until July 31st. It was a time of swimming, acrobatics, football, ten cousin birthday party and site seeing, U.P. style. Lots of good food and deserts (banana cake and Blue Moon ice cream). My daughter and neighbor for three years moved to south Florida on August 1st. My youngest girl moved to Florida last November. Bittersweet for me. My girls and their families are all living down south. My hubby drove a moving van and I flew with the kids down to help them get settled. I'm gonna miss them...

I am reading Lovers at the Chameleon Club. It is well written, intriguing but without a single character I can warm up to. The artists are so self centered. The patrons so needy. The poor people so, well, so poor.
I am listening to Leaving Time by Jodi Picoult. It is an entertaining listen. The readers are so good. the story is a little fractured though...
My summer movies have been animated. Inside Out, twice, I cried. Minions, I did not cry. One grown up movie The Second Best Marigold Hotel, not quite as good as the "Best" but I loved it anyway.

Lost an old friend this summer to Alzhiemers. I had no idea it could be so devastating a disease. Having had no experience with it at all. She was 68. Mortality bites.

I feel like I have caught up a little. I hope to write more often. I want to post pics and keep up on the books I am reading.


Tuesday, June 30, 2015

First chapter first paragraph intro Tuesday.

my grandmother asked me to tell you she's sorry by Fredrik Backman

Every seven year old deserves a superhero. That's just how it is. Anyone who doesn't agree needs their head examined.
That's what Elsa's granny says, at least.
 Elsa is seven, going on eight. She knows she isn't especially good at being seven. She knows she's different. Her headmaster says she needs to "fall into line" in order to achieve "a better fit with her peers." Other adults describe her as "very grown-up for her age." Elsa knows this is just another way of saying "massively annoying for her age," because they only tend to say this when she corrects the for mispronouncing "de'ja' vu" or not being able to tell the difference between "me" and "I" at the end of a sentence. Smart-asses usually can't, hence the "grown-up for her age" comment, generally said with a stained smile at her parents. As if she has a mental impairment, as if Elsa hasshown them up by not being totally thick just because she's seven. And that's why she doesn't have any friends except Granny. Because all the other seven-year-olds tend to be, but Elsa is different.

I want to read this, would you? I loved A Man Called Ove by this author so I am looking forward.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

First chapter, first paragraph...

Tuesday Intro-The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

An unexpected party
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort.

Should I continue reading? My nine year old grand daughter is highly recommending
this book...

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

First Chapter, first paragraph...

Tuesday Intros-Driftless by David Rhodes

The morning ripened slowly. Ten o'clock felt like noon. July Montgomery cut open a sack of ground feed and poured it into the cement trough. He looked out of the barn window into his hay field, where  low-lying fog stole silently out of the ground, filling space with milky distance. Beyond the fence, the tops of maple, oak, and hickory formed a lumpy, embroidered edge against infinity.

I will read this book. This paragraph brought me right back to my life on the farm...

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

When I'm Sixty Four...

Pic#29-With help from my grand V, I am included on a Beatles cover, see gold lame' girl,
Tokyo cherry blossoms and Eiffel Tower. 
This is it. My 64th birthday. Singing along with the Beatles to When I'm Sixty Four is something I planned on since I was sixteen. So, check!




Tuesday, April 28, 2015

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros...

                                                            Mr. Fox by Helen Oyeyemi

Mary Fox came by the other day---the last person on earth I was expecting to see. I'd have tidied up
if I'd known she was coming. I'd have combed my hair. I'd have shaved. At least I was wearing a suit;
I strive for a sense of professionalism. I was sitting in my study, writing badly, just making words on the page, waiting for something to come through, some sentence I could keep. It was taking longer
that day than it usually did, but I didn't mind. The windows were open. I was sort of listening to something  by Glazunov; there's a symphony of his you can't listen to with the windows closed, you just can't. Well, I guess I could, but you'd get agitated and run at the walls. Maybe that's just me.

I want to read this. This first paragraph is just how I roll. I am never prepared for a surprise visit. I am still in my p.j's and my house needs to be picked up everyday.
This is Pic#28 posted this month in anticipation of my 64th birthday tomorrow. I know, really? I am so surprised I get to this day every year. I am sending 63 out with a bang. With as much of a bang as an aging couch potato can muster...