Lantern Festival

Celebrating and honoring the memories of our loved ones.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Missing

 

 

 

I have been missing.

 

Missing from my blog.

Missing what I had been anticipating.

Missing an explanation.

Missing sleep.

 

We were to be embarking on a new adventure. We were well prepared and excited. I was looking forward to sharing it here.

 

But things quickly went awry.

 

It's a minor tragedy, really, but one that has taken an inordinate amount of time and energy. And it still isn't over. 

 

It will all be settled in approximately 25 days though. Give or take a few hours.

 

So look for me here on August 16th for an explanation and a victory dance! Or an explanation and a pity party.

 

Either way there is sure to be cake.

This Moment

 "A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember." 

 

inspired by SouleMama

not the vacation I expected

I was washing muddy goat hoof prints out of my daughter's dress in the sink of a public bathroom in Manhattan when it struck me that this particular activity hadn't been mentioned in any of the guide books. Nor had serenading turtles, identifying farm animals by smell, climbing through waterfalls, watching honey bees either swarming or bearding, nearly getting mugged by a squirrel (Yes, again!) or riding bunny rabbits. Maybe I was reading the wrong guide books?

 

 

 

 

 

We hit the Big Apple, and like Ol' Blue Eyes, we did it our way.

 

 

Seeing Ourselves in British Cars

What kind of car do you see yourself in?

 

 

Is it a Rolls?

 

 

Something quirky and vintage?

 

 

Maybe riding shotgun in a drophead coupe?

 

 

How about something curvy and classic?

 

 

It's a Jaguar, isn't it?

 

Then it catches your eye. That's it! It's almost the exact car you pretended to drive when you were a kid. It's the Triumph TR7 that sat waiting to be driven as you were waiting to be a driver. The owner tells you about finding the car and making it his own. He tells you to go ahead and hop in. You slide in behind the wheel and without even turning the key, you are transported. You are a child again, thighs burning on the black leather seat, filled with the mystery of all of the roads that lie ahead.