Happy Labor Day! I will be taking it easy today since the rest of my weekend was so busy. Daughter #1 and I did a lot of work in our basement, throwing away piles of stuff. Since we have new lights down there and can see what we’re doing, it’s been a lot easier to say the least.
We also had the wee babes over for a frolic and our first barbecue in a long, long time.
We FaceTimed with Miss Katiebelle and she modeled some new outfits.
And we supported our neighborhood Club Taco with take-out margaritas on our patio (when the wee babes were not over.)
A lot of fun, but I am recovering today! Here’s to a short work week and sunny days ahead.
How was your weekend? On Saturday the OM and I took a drive out to Washington, MO. We ate lunch outside at a sidewalk cafe (we have those in flyover country) and sat by the river and watched it roll by. Very pleasant and I highly recommend it as a way to get out of the house and unwind a bit. (Any river will do.)
Washington has a big park with a lot of benches, so you can just hang out. It’s free! As daughter #1 has mentioned, a little time spent by the Big Muddy puts things in perspective. It also brought this song to mind. Our parents had this album (and I’m sure it’s still in my basement.)
On Sunday the wee babes came over for a wee frolic and havoc parade.
After they went home, I tidied up, talked to my DP, caught up with daughters #1 and #2 and Miss Katiebelle…
…and caught some Olivia de Haviland on TCM. I ended up watching the best movie ever–The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938).
In other words, I followed my own advice for a good weekend: keep it simple, add a little spontaneity, get your vitamin D, stay close to family…Life is (still) good.
I took Friday afternoon off and had a picnic with my two pals in Laumeier Park and started off the weekend on a fine note. Daughter #1 arrived in town in time for a beer on the patio.
Then we listened to the 2-record Henry Mancini set she found at an estate sale. Life in the fast lane, man.
We enjoyed a pretty mellow weekend, the highlight of which was a visit from the wee babes who shrieked with delight at the prospect of a play date with their aunt.
On Saturday we had unearthed more treasures from our basement cache of vintage toys, which included a lot more Beanie Babies…
(A pyramid of doggies care of Lottie)
…and myriad other 1990s treats…
The wee laddie preferred to play with his old favorites, “my Cooper” in particular…
although he did climb into the doll crib for a pretend nap.
There is never a dull moment when these monkeys are around.
We FaceTimed with the newest wee babe and her Mommy.
We mused that she really does bear a striking resemblance to her great great grandfather ANC Jr…
Aren’t genes fascinating?
After daughter #1 returned to mid-MO on Sunday, I repotted some plants and caught up with daughter #2. I read some more Lovejoy (I’m on my third mystery.) I tidied up and got my mind set for the work week.
Here are some good words from the Quaker poet John Greenleaf Whittier to start your week:
Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our foolish ways!
Reclothe us in our rightful mind,
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper reverence, praise.
In simple trust like theirs who heard
Beside the Syrian sea
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word
Rise up and follow Thee.
O Sabbath rest by Galilee!
O calm of hills above,
Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity
Interpreted by love!
With that deep hush subduing all
Our words and works that drown
The tender whisper of Thy call,
As noiseless let Thy blessing fall
As fell Thy manna down.
Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace.
Breathe through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still, small voice of calm.
*Alan Arkin in The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming (1966)–an hilarious movie which I highly recommend watching.
This weekend the wee babes came over to play while their Mommy went to the sofa store and the wee laddie found my toy Mini Cooper high up on a bookshelf (quelle eagle eye.) No amount of telling him that it was off limits would prevail, so I said, fine, play with it. (Am I becoming a push-over?) He played with “my Cooper,” along with his “special cars”…
…and his “special book”.
When it was time to go home, however, he made quite a scene when told the Mini Cooper had to stay at Mamu’s house. (I am not a complete push-over.) He was tired, but he put up quite a fight. Later when his Dad got home from work and asked him what he had done that day, he told him all about “my Cooper.” His Dad asked if he played with the Beanie Babies etc and he said, “Yeah, and I drove my Cooper. I love that car.”
I was glad that daughter #1 had come home for happy hour, so that she could help wrangle the nutballs. We deserved those margaritas we had when they left.
Later the OM ordered take out from Amigo’s and we watched The Pajama Game (1957) and sang along with Doris Day and John Raitt.
On Sunday morning I drove my Cooper to an estate sale where I got some needlepoint coasters (can a person ever have too many coasters?) and a book. Daughter #1 found some sewing paraphernalia. She headed back to mid-Mo soon thereafter.
I FaceTimed with the infant and her Mommy. Life is quiet and our joys are simple.
I leave you with these thoughts about Life from Frederick Buechner:
The Temptation is always to reduce it to size. A bowl of cherries. A rat race. Amino acids. Even to call it a mystery smacks of reductionism. It is the mystery. As far as anybody seems to know, the vast majority of things in the universe do not have whatever life is. Sticks, stones, stars, space—they simply are. A few things are and are somehow alive to it. They have broken through into Something, or Something has broken through into them. Even a jellyfish, a butternut squash. They’re in it with us. We’re all in it together, or it in us.
Life is it. Life is with. After lecturing learnedly on miracles, a great theologian was asked to give a specific example of one. “There is only one miracle,” he answered. “It is life.”
Have you wept at anything during the past year?
Has your heart beat faster at the sight of young beauty?
Have you thought seriously about the fact that someday you are going to die?
More often than not, do you really listen when people are speaking to you instead of just waiting for your turn to speak?
Is there anybody you know in whose place, if one of you had to suffer great pain, you would volunteer yourself?
If your answer to all or most of these questions is no, the chances are that you’re dead.
How was your 4th of July? The OM and I had a super fun time visiting daughter #1 in mid-MO. We got to eat outside and people-watch for awhile on Friday night. Schmidt and Jenko were patrolling downtown Jeff City…
…and all was well on the street until a ferocious midwestern thunder storm broke loose, causing the cancellation of the Jeff City parade and the Diamond Rio concert scheduled to be held later that night on the lawn of the Supreme Court building a block from daughter #1’s apartment.
We were bummed, but we rallied and listened to music and drank Rosé back home.
On Saturday we ventured to historic Rocheport (pop. 290) on the Missouri River in Boone County. We had lunch at our favorite, Les Bourgeois Winery and Vineyards, and drank in the beautiful scenery.
Lots of complete strangers complimented the OM on his cool shirt.
One of these is grape juice.
We also managed to visit two large antique malls and to find a couple of things to buy amid the acres of nonsense. We also FaceTimed with little Katiebelle who is endlessly fascinating.
That night we hauled our folding chairs to the roof of the House garage next to the Capitol and settled in to watch the fireworks on the river. They were the best I have ever seen and the mid-Missourians who had parked their giant pick up trucks on the roof and set up their family food stations (all appropriately socially distanced) were a friendly crowd of citizens.
Meanwhile, the wee babes were at their other grandparents’ lake house wearing this year’s trend-setting holiday outfits.
The night before the wee laddie had spent many hours in the ER after he swallowed a penny. (The text messages were flying.) They had to anesthetize him to take the penny out. It was his second x-ray in two days (see Friday’s post.) He is on a roll, but doesn’t appear to be any the worse for wear. Did I mention that he played his first round of golf?
Too much drama pour moi. Now it is time to get my head back in the salt mine game. This week is the start of our first all-online summer term. Zut alors! But first, I may have to watch a little of the real Schmidt and Jenko…
Enjoy your Monday! Stay safe and far away from emergency rooms.
Three-day weekend! Some people say the weekend doesn’t mean much since we are home all the time anyway, but I disagree. On the weekend, I am not chained to my laptop or to the feeling that I should be “doing” something. No sir.
Since there is pretty much nothing going on in our flyover city this 4th of July weekend and the boy and his wee family are going to be at the lake, the OM and I have opted to fly the coop and head to mid-MO to visit daughter #1 in our state capitol. We will probably not join the hoards that may gather to celebrate, but we can watch out her apartment window. And there will be fireworks on the Missouri River.
We will raise a toast to our big brother whose birthday is on the 4th of July.
Yippee-ki-yay, pardner!
The wee babes were going to come over to frolic on Thursday morning, but the wee laddie fell off the deck at their house on Wednesday night and had to go to the doctor to get checked out in the morning, so I had Lottiebelle all by herself. We had a fun time playing. She is truly the queen of imaginary play and I find that if I just give a funny voice to any and all stuffed animals I am hilarious.
After the wee laddie was given a clean bill of health–he was fine, no broken bones–and they picked up Lottie and all went home, I went back to my Zoom meetings (and using a normal voice). Life is pretty strange. I try to go with the flow.
I want to give a shout out to TCM, which has quite a good line-up of movies in July. Tony Curtis is the Star of the Month (my DP will not want to miss Captain Newman, M.D. on July 13!) and John Ford movies are on the schedule every Friday. Today is a particularly good day!
I will also note that I just watched Logan Lucky (2017) again (on Prime) and I have to say, I really like this movie.
It has a smart script and a great cast: Channing Tatum, Adam Driver, Daniel Craig, Riley Keough, Hilary Swank, and others you will recognize in smaller roles. It is rated PG-13 for Pete’s sake. The Hillbillies win. What’s not to like?
And this cartoon from Liz Climo is my life at the moment.
Let me say, this is just too perfect. (PS I’m the bunny. I live with the bear.)
Enjoy the weekend! Let your freak flag fly. God bless America!
I had a quiet weekend. It was hot and sometimes rainy, so I stayed close to home. But I ventured out to a couple of estate sales and had some luck. I found an antique/vintage highchair, of which I am in need since we sometimes have wee twins to dine…
I also rescued a needlepoint brick!
Anyway, I was pleased.
I also did some closet rummaging/rearranging and finished reading A Glassful of Blessings by Barbara Pym. Practically nothing happens in her novels, but she is such a good writer and her descriptions of the smallest interactions are so on target, that I find her books very enjoyable.
In my rummaging I found this little doll from the Soviet Union, which my mother told me she had bought with her pennies in Woolworth’s in the 1930s. It may have been the first thing she bought herself. She is small–only about 5 ” tall.
It appealed to her and she had kept it all those years and now I have kept it all these years. How different she is from all of Lottiebelle’s Disney princesses!
I watched Destry Rides Again (1939) which stars James Stewart and Marlene Dietrich.
Stewart is well cast as the initially misunderstood deputy who does not wear a gun. Dietrich, as usual, steals the show, and everyone is happy to let her. The supporting cast is strong. All in all, it is an excellent summer entertainment.
I fell asleep in the middle of most everything else I watched. Par for the course.
Now it is back to the salt mine of working remotely.
The lark is up to meet the sun, The bee is on the wing, The ant her labor has begun, The woods with music ring.
Shall birds and bees and ants be wise, While I my moments waste? Oh, let me with the morning rise, And to my duties haste. (Jane Taylor)
So another weekend is upon us. June is nearing its end! The year is already half over! Good grief.
But it is tiger lily season here in all its glory. And fireflies are back! Summer is definitely here in flyover country! I’ll toast that!
In other news, I liked what Paul Walker said in his daily devotional the other day:
Christ Church, Charlottesville, is taking its Sunday morning service outside this week. I don’t know if that means they will not be recording it. If so, I will miss them. But it is a good thing that more and more churches are getting back together in person. I salute them.
I liked this too, written by Sam Bush, who plays the guitar at the Christ Church services. (The bit by John Mulaney is pretty funny too. I haven’t watched SNL for 100 years.)
While rummaging in the basement, I found some smocked dresses made by my mother (and two store-bought) plus one made by my grandmother. I washed and ironed them this week and sent them to daughter #2 for Katiebelle.
Here’s Katiebelle’s Mommy wearing one of them!
I didn’t do anything else too interesting this past week. The OM and I watched Patton (1970)–all three hours of it!–and enjoyed it, but not that much. Patton ends on a depressing note. As usual, journalists come off badly.
We also watched The Train (1964) an American/French WWII film with Burt Lancaster getting to do all the physical stuff at which he excelled.
The story takes place in August 1944 when masterpieces of modern art stolen by the Wehrmacht are being shipped to Germany by train. The Nazi officer in charge of the operation is determined to take the paintings to Germany, no matter the cost (in other words, he’s a nut.) The French resistance members (led by Burt) save the paintings but at quite a loss of French lives, begging the question, is art worth human lives? The obsessed art-loving Nazi in this story would say, yes, without hesitation. But Burt doesn’t agree–very existential, and in black and white too (unlike the poster above, of course).
I will note that on this day in 1977 Elvis Presley held his final concert in Indianapolis, Indiana at Market Square Arena. We might want to watch an Elvis movie and raise a toast. Jailhouse Rock (1957) anyone?
i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
--i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness
around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
–i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing
winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)
–e.e. cummings
How was your weekend? The boy and daughter #3 brought the wee babes over for a frolic on Saturday morning to celebrate Father’s Day. They mostly played with daughter #1 who was home and happily accompanied them upstairs to explore. Funnily enough they had come over on Friday morning as well (so their parents could go sofa shopping without them) and I played with them upstairs. They reminded me of Goldilocks, wishing to try out all the beds in the house.
Not that they like to nap; they like to “pretend” to nap. When we were in my room, we discussed the wallpaper and how the scenes are Chinese.
Lottiebelle looked at it and thought and then said, “Panda bears are from China.”
Their father told me that when he mentioned to the wee laddie that Olympus Mons is the great mountain of Mars (they are very into planets), the WL said, “No, Daddy, Olympus Mons is a volcano.” Are these three-year-olds not amazing? These babes who weighed less than 1.5 1bs. at birth! Think about that for awhile.
Also, I will note, that they can now go up and down stairs without holding on to a railing while holding an armload of stuffed animals/and/or/cars. This is frightening to say the least.
Meanwhile the newest wee babe continues to thrive and gain weight.
It is fun and fascinating to watch these babes grow and learn and to see my own children as parents and aunts and uncles.
Meanwhile we amused ourselves by listening/singing along to a lot of Bob Dylan–always a stress reliever. We also watched The Detective (1968) with Frank Sinatra. (I had not seen it after all.) It may have been edgy in 1968 with its subplots involving homosexuals and a sex addict wife–but it is not now. Also Frank Sinatra phoned in his performance and was terrible, not to mention (way) too old for the part. Maybe it might have worked with Paul Newman or James Garner. Whatever.
I also did laundry, vacuumed, found some baby clothes my mother made for my children and washed them, and went to an estate sale where I bought some books and rescued a needlepoint pillow.
Not bad for a weekend. Now it is back to the salt mine of working remotely where I lift my diminutive spire to merciful Him Whose only now is forever. Have a good week!
Another Friday rolls around…and just in the nick of time!
Father’s Day is this weekend so I was thinking about movies that my father liked and movies that we saw together. Of course, he was a big fan of the whole war movie genre. I remember going to see Patton (1970) with him at the Cinerama theater in the CWE. He loved it so much he went back to see it the next day (by himself).
I can’t say that I feel that strongly about Patton, but I wouldn’t be averse to watching it in honor of my father and all the other WWII vets who loved it too.
My father was also a big John Wayne fan, so anything from that genre would be suitable. My favorite memory of going to see a JW movie with him was El Dorado (1967) during the summer when my mother was back east with her dying mother. It was a real mood changer.
John Wayne in a war movie = bonus points.
My father also liked detective movies and we frequently went to see ones that in retrospect were no doubt too “adult” for my sister and me. The Detective (1968) with Frank Sinatra comes to mind.
I guess I’m adult enough to handle it now.
What movies do you remember watching with your father? The Fellowship of the Ring? Die Hard? Bullitt? All seven Fast & Furious movies?
The wee babes are coming over for a little visit on Saturday morning to frolic outside. They have lots of places to be this Father’s Day weekend, but we are happy to be able to celebrate the OM (“Pappy”) and the boy, their wonderful father.
We will also tip the hat to DN, our newest Dad, on his very first Father’s Day!
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