Monthly Archives: February 2011

Smile Photo – Pocketbooks At The Beach

 

This is another of my “smile” photos. Pictures that make me smile whenever I look at them.

My grandmother, Mae, is on the far right. The other women are two of her sisters, but  I’m not sure which ones (it was a large family). The man is her brother, Jimmy.  My grandmother died in 1969, so this was probably an early 1960’s photo.  Maybe 1950’s.

I’m fairly certain this was taken on the shore of the James River, and most likely at Burwell’s Bay.  It was a small beach located not far from where most of Grandma’s family lived.  And I’m guessing this was taken at a family gathering.

There are a couple of things about this picture that make me smile. One is that all three ladies are wearing open-toe shoes.  Obviously the style at that time. 

The dresses are a “given”.  In that era, women in that age group didn’t wear slacks, only dresses. Can you imagine seeing a group of women dressed like this at the beach in today’s world? It would probably make the evening news.

The other is that all three have their pocketbooks.  I never heard my Mom or Grandma refer to them as purses or handbags.  And ladies of my grandmother’s generation were never too far from their pocketbooks. Even at the beach.

And it makes me smile. Every time.

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Jon-a-quils? Daffodils?

 

Whatever you prefer to call them, they’re definitely one of the first signs of spring.

I hadn’t thought to look for my jonquil/daffodil sprouts until The Cotton Wife posted a picture of hers on her blog one day last week. Even after reading Jen’s post, I still didn’t think to go look for mine.

A few days after Jen’s posting, we had a dusting of snow during the night. The next day,  I finally remembered to look in my yard.

How could I have driven by them several times a day and not noticed them before now?

But, sure enough, there they were! I love jonquils/daffodils.  My Mom had them growing in her yard. But Mom always added an extra syllable and called them “jon-a-quils”. Do you suppose if I call them “jon-a-quils”,  they’ll grow to be as pretty as my Mom’s were?

 Jonquils/daffodils are so easy to grow. And best of all, they evidently aren’t tasty to the deer and rabbits.  It’s always a good thing when the critters and I don’t fight over flowers.

I actually did a little research as I was writing this entry. It seems there are differences between jonquils and daffodils.  Jonquils are much more fragrant, but daffodils grow taller. Daffodil stems are long and slender, where jonquils have rounded stems. And daffodils only have one bloom per stem, where jonquils have more.

Which variety do I have in my yard?  Hmmm….I’ll get back with you on that in a couple of weeks……

vErTiGo and IWS

 

Vertigo – noun
a dizzying sensation of tilting within stable surroundings or of being in tilting or spinning surroundings

Last Friday,  I awoke to a different world. A scary world. A world where lifting my head off the pillow sent the room spinning. Sitting up on the side of the bed was a challenge. Standing was nearly impossible. And walking alone? I don’t think so.

I was unable to focus on my surroundings.

Thinking back, describing it as scary is putting it a little mildly.

Thankfully, Motor Man was there to get me semi-presentable and load me into the car for the trip to Urgent Care.  When we arrived, I refused his offer to get a wheelchair for me. And probably traumatized a little girl in the waiting area as I staggered to a chair, even as Motor Man was holding onto me.

I didn’t refuse the wheelchair that the staff brought to take me back to the examining room.  The doctor diagnosed an inner ear problem, likely caused by a sinus or upper respiratory situation. He gave me a prescription and said I should see some relief within 72 hours. 72 hours? SEVENTY- TWO HOURS of this??

After getting back home to bed, I realized that relief came with lying down, so that’s where I stayed for the remainder of the day.

By Saturday afternoon, I was able to sit in the recliner. Motor Man fired up the old laptop for me. By then, the vertigo was easing just a little, which resulted in IWS: Internet Withdrawal Syndrome. There were e-mails to be answered, blogs to catch up on, and who knows what status updates I’d missed on Facebook?

The doc apparently knows his stuff. By Sunday afternoon, I was able to move around the house without clinging to Motor Man with every step.

And Monday, no more tilting and spinning.

I was back in my world.  And SO glad to be there.

The Rev To My Engine

 

You are the jets to my carburetor.You are the degree to my cam.You are the octane to my fuel. You are the lash to my valve.You are the spark to my plug.You are the fire to my piston.You are the gray area to my rules.You are the viscosity to my oil.You are the timing to my chain.You are the green flag to my race.You are the rev to my engine.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Motor Man.

Love Song Tangled Up In Blue

 

Recently, I looked out and saw “Bride Swan”, paddling along the shore line. She was so striking against the blue water, I grabbed the camera and managed to snap a few pictures of her.

When I looked at the photos on the computer, my mind, for some reason,  went to songs with “blue” in the title or lyrics.

Love is Blue by Paul Mauriat.  The version most of us are familiar with is an instrumental, but there are lyrics.  “Blue, blue, my world is blue.”

 

 Song Sung Blue by Neil Diamond. “Song sung blue, everybody knows one.”

And Tangled Up in Blue by Bob Dylan. Marshall introduced that song to me. “The only thing I knew how to do, was to keep on keeping on. Like a bird that flew – tangled up in blue.”

If you’re familiar with any one of those songs, you will probably now be singing it to yourself for the rest of the day.  Enjoy!

Smile Photo – Motor Man’s Bouquet

 

The weekly smile photo was absent last week. I know that you all missed it.  Well, maybe one or two of you. So, by popular demand, it’s back.

Technically, I should have posted this photo last week, since that was our anniversary. But last week’s blog was already pretty busy with Motor Man’s wardrobe “malfunctions”.  See here  and here if you missed those. 

But back to the smile photo: the day of our wedding, I had my camera with me almost the entire day.  During our reception, I wanted to get a photo of our wedding cake before it was cut, so I asked Motor Man to hold my bouquet for just a second.

Of course, I HAD to get a picture of that too. Since so many of our friends were also taking pictures that day, we received several copies of this photo taken from different angles.

Motor Man has been a good sport about it, although he’s teased Marshall quite a bit about the smile on his face.

Just another photo that makes me smile. Every time.

That Reminds Me

 

In my post yesterday, I stated that I think we sometimes take our everyday surroundings for granted. We don’t always appreciate the beauty in our own little corner of the world. I had just finished posting that entry and turned to open the curtains.

This was the morning sky. 

Reminding me

of the beauty

that can be found

right at home.