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Off-season

by chuckofish

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Last week we were in Boca Grande, Florida, staying in a luxurious condo generously loaned to us by a good friend.

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It was glorious.

Clearly I am an off-season person. One of the joys of the off-season in Florida is, of course, that there are so few people around. It is quiet and relatively peaceful. You have the beach almost to yourself and the pool is peaceful except for a few polite southern children who respect your space.

It is possible to live in the moment and really relax.

Our daughters, the over-worked TV exec and the on-a-budget graduate student, could let their hair down.

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Daughter #2 sliced and diced for us while daughter #1 mixed perfect margaritas. Yummo.

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All week I never logged on or in to anything. (Unlike this guy.)

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To each his own.

I preferred to walk on the beach and collect seashells.

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The weather, I might add, was perfect–never warmer than it was at home in our flyover state. And there was always that proverbial tropical breeze blowing. Plus, we spent hours cooling off in the pool which was surrounded by lovely Floridian flora.

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Then we would go into town to eat lunch or have ice cream.

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Then repeat.

Enjoy a lovely dinner.

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Enjoy the sunset.

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We got all dressed up once and went to the fabulous (and historic) Gasparilla Inn on our second-to-last night.

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I read a lot of Nathaniel Hawthorne–my kind of beach reading! And we watched a lot of Designing Women, Season 2 which daughter #1 brought along, plus various movie favorites of the mindless variety, i.e. Viva Las Vegas, Ghostbusters II, and others too embarrassing to name.

Mix in endless mother/daughter chatter and you have a priceless vacay.

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Nevertheless, it’s always nice to come home, isn’t it?

But I sure do miss my girls.

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“I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.” *

by chuckofish

On Saturday I’m flying to Florida to meet up with “my girls” for a week on the beach.

On Tuesday my dual personality will leave for her biennual journey to England to visit her in-laws.

Posting will most probably be intermittent, but don’t worry, we’ll be checking in from time to time. My husband will be loaded down with all manner of laptop, iPad, iPhone, etc. so I will not be cut off from the world. God forbid.

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While we are gone, the boy and his bride will move into their new (old) house. That worked out nicely, right?

*T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

You remember…

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Home again, home again jiggety jig

by chuckofish

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Well, after two trips to the airport yesterday, much waiting and anticipation, a plane diverted to Memphis because of wind surges, daughter #1 is home again. Phew.

The airport was filled with frustrated people eagerly awaiting their friends and family members, but everyone was fairly congenial, sharing information and advice. Daughter #1 said that the people on her plane were likewise good-humored about their 8-hour ordeal on the plane, complete with vomiting children.

Anyway, we made it to celebratory margaritas and quesadillas and back home jiggety jig. Onward to Christmas!

Oh yeah, and if the Apocalypse happens…this.

On the banks of the Wabash

by chuckofish

On this day in 1816 Indiana (“Land of the Indians”) became the 19th U.S. state. The Hoosier (“country bumpkin”) state is the 38th largest by area and the 15th most populace.

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The Wabash River, which is the longest free-flowing river east of the mighty Mississippi River, is the official river of Indiana. Thus, its state song is “On the Banks of the Wabash, Far Away” written in 1897 by Paul Dresser, the brother of noted Hoosier writer Theodore Dreiser. (Apparently Paul Dresser was horrified by his brother’s shocking novels and changed the spelling of his name to differentiate them.)

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The official state flag of Indiana was adopted in 1917. It was designed by Paul Hadley of Mooresville, Indiana; he won a flag design contest sponsored by the DAR for Indiana’s 100th anniversary of statehood in 1916. There are 19 golden stars on a blue field. The 13 stars in the outer circle represent the 13 original colonies of the United States of America; the 5 stars in a half circle represent the states admitted prior to Indiana (but after the original 13), and the larger star atop the flame of the torch of Liberty represents Indiana.

In our family we have a fondness for the state of Indiana because daughter #1 attended and graduated from DePauw University in the charming town of Greencastle.

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During those four years we spent a lot of time in Indiana. We have been to many charming bergs in the state, including Indianapolis, Bloomington, Muncie, Terre Haute, New Harmony, Crawfordsville, Evansville–some a lot more charming than others. Indiana is, of course, a state boasting many fine colleges and universities, including Butler, Purdue, Valparaiso, Earlham, Ball State, Wabash, Notre Dame, and, of course, Indiana University.

Indiana is a state full of history and the birthplace of many famous Americans, including Johnny Appleseed, Gen. Lew Wallace, V.P. Dan Quayle, Presidents William Henry Harrison and Benjamin Harrison, Booth Tarkington, Bill Blass, Cole Porter, Kurt Vonnegut, Red Skelton, David Letterman, Hoagy Carmichael, and my personal favorites:

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Steve McQueen and James Dean

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Yes, Indiana. Way to go.

I could go on and on about the great state of Indiana, but I’ll stop here. I’ll just make one suggestion. In honor of the anniversary of Indiana’s statehood, I recommend watching a really good movie that celebrates the state’s love of basketball: Hoosiers (1986) with Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper. (BTW, One of the players on the high school team was played by a DePauw basketball player. The NCAA gave him a three-game suspension and he was charged 5% of his acting fee.)

We must also note that today is the birthday of two great actors (neither one from Indiana):

Victor McLaglan (1883-1959)

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and Jean Marais (1913-1998)

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Bon anniversaire!

Flyover weekend II

by chuckofish

This past weekend my best Grace girlfriends and I headed out of town for our second annual flyover roadtrip.

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We stayed in the same log cabin Bed and Breakfast that we visited last year. We were greeted by some old friends.

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The honeysuckle was blooming…on December 1!

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The house was decorated for Christmas and looked lovely.

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We spent Saturday afternoon investigating antique malls and shops in Washington, Missouri, a nice old river town. I never laid eyes on a true antique, but I saw lots of fun vintage items and piles of junk. But that is the expectation. I found a Christmas present for the boy and lots of other things I restrained myself from buying, like these guys:

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That night we sat on the porch–it was 71-degrees–and enjoyed the sunset.

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We played Scattergories and attempted to play cards, but that was so much work. In other words, we had to choose between playing cards or drinking wine. It was an easy choice for me.

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On Sunday we had a wonderful breakfast

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and then went to Hermann, Missouri, another lively town on the Missouri River. We hit the Kristkindl Markt again and were as successful as last year.

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It is the beginning of December and I am in good shape (spiritually and commercially) for Christmas. I will not have to go near a mall. I can now concentrate on awaiting the birth of our Lord and Savior in the season of Advent in a relatively calm state of mind. I hope this feeling lasts!

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Oh, come, our Dayspring from on high, And cheer us by your drawing nigh,
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death’s dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!

A weekend adventure

by chuckofish

On Saturday three friends and I took a little road trip and crossed the Mighty Mississip into the Land of Lincoln and went to an art fair.

There were some very interesting booths–even a “mobile” vintage store. Quelle great idea, right?

There was everything from handmade baby shoes (cute!)

to holiday yard decorations made out of re-purposed pan lids. Even though I try to be green whenever possible, I passed these up. Great idea for you DIY-ers out there though!

It was a beautiful day for strolling around

and there were lots of exotic food choices. I chose the vegen rice bowl–yummy!

I collected lots of business cards from different artists, most of whom have Etsy shops to check out (at my leisure) later. Isn’t the variety of cool cards amazing?

Carla, our driver, had the super idea of going down the road to Eckert’s Farm in Belleville, home of pick-your-own apples. Becky, armed with her smart phone, navigated. Clearly lots of people had the same idea as there were hundreds of cars there on this beautiful Saturday and men directing traffic, but we got the Bomb Spot right by the door!

We did not pick apples, but we went to their huge country store and garden center. There were pumpkins galore

and apples by the bushel

and gooey butter cake!

I can’t believe I have lived (almost) my whole life here and never made it to Eckert’s before this Saturday. It’s always fun to do something new! What did you do this weekend?

I’ll take Manhattan

by chuckofish

Daughter #1 has already blogged about my visit and done a lovely job of hitting the high points of my trip to New York City.

What a pleasure to visit one’s grown-up daughter in her terra cognita!

We checked out the Upper West Side and visited ABC where I saw the rim and the set and the desk and all that mysterious stuff. Chris Cuomo smiled at me and David Muir waved.

We went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art which I had not visited since 1978. Pretty impressive indeed. We walked through Central Park.

We went to Brooklyn…

and hit the Brooklyn Flea Market.

On Sunday morning we went to my daughter’s church, the awesome St. Bart’s on Park Avenue.

Afterwards we went to brunch with two of my daughter’s lovely college friends and my son’s best Best Man in the West Village. Then we walked to Washington Square and went to some only-in-New York stores, including The Strand which I loved and will return to some day with a list in hand. Oh yeah, and we saw Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone at the big ABC furniture store. They followed us around looking at hipster furniture, but we finally lost them in the linens department.

Every night after sitting outside for an evening cocktail we watched (in our nerdly fashion) Ghostbusters, You’ve Got Mail, and The World of Henry Orient–all New York-focused movies. We also watched Broadcast News for a little media-focused fun.

My feet will recover eventually, and I will long remember my wonderful visit with daughter #1 in NYC. And it wasn’t scary at all.

Are we there yet?

by chuckofish

I’m feeling a little nostalgic today about those days of old when we loaded the kids into the wagon and headed for cooler climes and visits with family and friends.

Maybe it was the sight of daughter #2 heading off in her loaded Kia:

Ah, but for those of us on the academic calendar, the summer is virtually over. Sigh. Well, there’s always next year!

Okay now, who said: “Why aren’t we flying? Because getting there is half the fun. You know that.”

I want to go to there

by chuckofish

On this day in 1890 Wyoming entered the Union as the 44th U.S. state.

As daughter #1 says, quoting Liz Lemmon, I want to go to there. In fact, it is at the top of my list.

The state flower is Indian Paintbrush.

And my favorite movie was filmed there.

Sigh.

It’s not easy being green

by chuckofish

Daughter #2 and I just spent 36 hours in College Park, Maryland scouting the environs for an apartment and checking in with the English Department at the University of Maryland. And guess who we ran into on the campus?


Yes, Kermit the Frog and Jim Henson (class of 1960). What a small world!

We also found this fellow in the Student Union.

That’s Kermit as a terrapin. To me he looks more like a Ninja turtle, but whatever. At the University of Maryland they really do love their terrapins.

More specifically, they love Testudo, their fighting Terp:

I think daughter #2 will enjoy her upcoming years at the U. of MD. The campus is really lovely–large and green and full of handsome brick buildings. She will be spending most of her time here:

This is Tawes Hall which houses the English Department. Not bad, eh? The people in the department were nice too. Kermit, terps, nice people, and Georgian architecture–what more does one need?

Well, the crabcakes were tasty, but it’s a relief to be back in my flyover state. Sigh. Airports, rental cars, hotels, GPS devices, I95, and all that goes with modern travel make for a very stressful 2 days! And now it’s back to the salt mines…