photo dump: walkabout edition

Home from our family reunion and celebration of Hazel the First’s life, the emotions are running on high and the energy is drained.

But coming to this place, so good.

It couldn’t have been a more perfect day.

A perfect day for a walkabout.

Come!

I don’t always shoot behind people’s backs.

But when I do I catch some pretty wonderful, unguarded moments like these.

Walking to Willow Point, so many memories of summers gone by were shared.

Childhood relived.

Did I tell you that it was a beautiful day?

The perfect day to stop and take a selfie. How else am I going to get into the picture?

All that walking makes you pretty hungry…thirsty too.

All so perfect and I am sure Mama approved.

photo dump, the it’s your birthday edition

Today my poor, forgotten middle child is celebrating a milestone birthday which is a very big deal…except for the fact she has managed to get served in the past. I can’t believe no one has ever questioned that fake ID of hers. Then again, no one ever questioned mine back in the day. But as I do with every birthday celebration of each and every one of my darling circus clowns, I get all sentimental and nostalgic searching through old pictures and files of when they were my babies because…OMG, my babies have grown up much, much too fast!!! But this time I am enjoying more the sisters and brother sharing old pictures and memories and perhaps revealing secrets that I imagine my darling Abigael Rose wishes were not revealed.

I watched you come into this world and proceed to make life your bitch.

Her sister’s right; and all the while she managed to look like a sweet, little angel who couldn’t possibly be making life her bitch.

That, my friends takes skillz, real skillz.

And having sisters always by your side sharing good times and bad times…

and adventures…so many adventures…with bad hair and costumes.

Don’t forget your brother who is always your friend.

21 years ago today the world became an even more awesome place because this young lady was born. Lucky world! That, my darling forgotten middle child is why you can never, ever be forgotten.

Happy birthday my wonderful Abigael Rose! I promise not to tell anyone that you still sleep with Baby and sometimes suck your thumb.

 

 

this week’s photo dump

Feeling lazy…fighting hard against Bill’s nasty cold that he picked up after our trip to Texas that everyone else is succumbing to…thinking that I have way too much to say and not really wanting to say much of anything at all…I’m just going to dump another slide show on y’all.

Yes, I’m running more again and I am thinking seriously about running the Modesto Half…the one I couldn’t run three years ago. No, I still don’t have a place to hang all those race medals from all of those other half marathons that I ran three or four years ago. But I do have these new, sweet compression tights which proved to be AMAZING on their inaugural 5 miler.

Yes, I am THAT mom who sent her son to school with mismatched socks. In my defense, it was Spirit Week and yes, one day was Mismatched Socks Day.

But the next day was NOT Dirty Face and Un-brushed Teeth Day. Twelve is such a wonderful, kind of scummy age. Yes, I am THAT mom who didn’t notice this until he leaned over to kiss me goodbye at the drop-off. I don’t imagine that he will forgive me for the spit bath I gave him anytime soon. That’s okay.

Halloween came the next day and that trauma was soon forgotten. This happens to be the first year where an older sister wasn’t using him as her trick or treat beard…er, I mean volunteering to take him trick or treating which meant even more candy for him and his new neighbor and friend here. Do you know how awesome it is to have a friend your age living on your street and who likes doing the same things you do? Daniel says it is definitely awesome.

And while Daniel was haunting the neighborhood, some sisters were busy making adventures of their own.

Nieces too.

Fallon’s very first flight, from San Francisco to Atlanta.

Where she and Hazel rocked it as the flower girls.

Hard!

Meanwhile, you know that Halloween drinking game everyone was playing this year?

Major fail here under The Big Top.

Two Elsas and one Anna.

A good thing since I voted while passing out candy.

Then there was the end to Daylight Saving for this year. For some of us it was hard…really hard!

As for me, driving home from SFO late tonight, after picking up my daughter, her husband and their wonderful, little flower girls, I am thankful for that extra hour. Yes, as a matter of fact, there is wine in that cup.

 

 

 

photo bomb

When there is so much to say…so much to share…so many opinions to opine whilst standing on my soapbox what does one do when they are jet-lagged from your husband’s best friend’s big Texas wedding weekend (which is actually five days and three cities because it’s Texas) and exhausted even more from a big Fall Break adventure and trying to find the time to get the workplace mandatory education done? Do you put down words, lots of words and phrases and parts of speech?

You could.

You should.

You don’t.

Sorry.

I am just too tired.

But I have pictures.

Just imagine it’s a slideshow in my living room with snacks being served.

BYOB of course.

GREAT barbecue because it is Texas and appetizers that are sliced white bread and barbecue sauce next to a plate of dill pickle slices and sliced white onions. But oh the barbecue!

It’s not a wedding unless there is one small disaster or two. The father of the groom suffered a mild heart attack at the rehearsal dinner. No, he didn’t get to eat any barbecue. Yes, he is fine, thank goodness. Thunderstorms roll in just as the wedding is ready to commence. Yes, it’s going to be a great wedding day!

It was.

This hotel, The Drury Plaza Hotel Riverwalk, that used to be a bank is absolutely stunning! And service…amazing!

Good morning San Antonio! As we sat down to enjoy Texas morning sunshine and breakfast, this rolled in VERY quickly. Oh, and yes, that is the view from our room.

But a little more than an hour later, sunshine and blue skies were back. It was a perfect day along the Riverwalk.

Bill found what he wants to do when he retires.

And we found where I will meet him for cocktails after he is done entertaining the tourists.

Heading home, we met Bella, who works at the San Antonio International Airport. Really! Her job is to meet, greet and generally making departing and arriving passengers happy. She is very good at her job.

Home! Jet-lagged! Back to reality and errands and laundry and mandatory ed about Ebola and personal protective equipment. Missed faces like these and the hugs that come with them which is what gives me the energy to get some things accomplished.

Which is good because today I worked a little bit on some anxiety and fears and checking off this adventure on my to-do list.

 

play it again: a season of sowing

Originally published October 14, 2012

Fall has finally arrived here in the Central Valley. Last week the temps were in the 90’s or more but over the weekend, slowly but surely, there was a cooling trend until finally there was but a trickle of rain by the end of the week.

It was about time! That’s all I can say!

But Fall here in the Central Valley often finds me feeling a little down and a little homesick. Sure there are pumpkins galore and a fabulous corn maze. The vineyards and orchards are being harvested and the grapes are being crushed. It all creates the most amazing, fruity, almost syrupy smell as I drive around. But the colors are so pale, so anemic compared to back home. I was reminded of that seeing friends posts of Fall color on their Facebook walls.

I wish I took this shot! I wish I was there to take in this incredible view! Alas, but no. This image is from my dear friend, Sue’s Facebook wall. Like me, she longs for the vibrant colors like these that can only be seen back East. Nothing out here in Cali compares. Sorry.

So instead of trying to find Autumn color in an area where everything pretty much is brown, I decided to sow a little with a nod to Edwin Teale.

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.

Next to the glorious colors of Fall that I miss so much from back home, I love the colors of Spring, especially when the daffodils and tulips break through the frozen ground amongst the melting snow with their blooms. I can’t wait to see the colors that these will bring come next Spring here around the Big Top.

This week’s Focus 52 prompt is Autumn Color.