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Daddy Smith and the Beach
This is a photo of a watercolor that my mother had done of my grandfather and my sister and me on the beach. It hangs beside my computer and I therefore look at it daily.

It brings me happy thoughts and memories about my Daddy Smith and of times spent at the beach.

We just returned from a week of being at the beach with my family and then visiting Jon’s parents and some of our family in Mississippi.

We had a fabulous time. We ate lots of wonderful fried food. We saw alligators by the dozens. I nearly lost my swim suit amid crashing waves. Another two thousand freckles joined the others already in residence. We picked quart upon quart of blueberries. There was time for thought and contemplation and personal resolutions. There was some upside-seeking behavior.

Being back is hard but it is mitigated by the relief of being out of the car, finally.

Time to get a plan, Annie. Like, now.

Daddy Smith and the Beach
This is a photo of a watercolor that my mother had done of my grandfather and my sister and me on the beach. It hangs beside my computer and I therefore look at it daily.

It brings me happy thoughts and memories about my Daddy Smith and of times spent at the beach.

We just returned from a week of being at the beach with my family and then visiting Jon’s parents and some of our family in Mississippi.

We had a fabulous time. We ate lots of wonderful fried food. We saw alligators by the dozens. I nearly lost my swim suit amid crashing waves. Another two thousand freckles joined the others already in residence. We picked quart upon quart of blueberries. There was time for thought and contemplation and personal resolutions. There was some upside-seeking behavior.

Being back is hard but it is mitigated by the relief of being out of the car, finally.

Time to get a plan, Annie. Like, now.

What I’m Listening To
I just love this guy. His name is Elvis Perkins and his most recent album is Elvis Perkins in Dearland.

One of my favorite tracks is called Doomsday. In it, the percussionist bangs this big old drum through most of the song. Kind of reminds me of being a majorette in the band in high school. Wait…did I just admit that in public? Oh well. Maybe I’ll put a picture on here one of these days and prove it to y’all.

Listen to this…it is great.

What I’m Listening To
I just love this guy. His name is Elvis Perkins and his most recent album is Elvis Perkins in Dearland.

One of my favorite tracks is called Doomsday. In it, the percussionist bangs this big old drum through most of the song. Kind of reminds me of being a majorette in the band in high school. Wait…did I just admit that in public? Oh well. Maybe I’ll put a picture on here one of these days and prove it to y’all.

Listen to this…it is great.

What I’m Listening To
I just love this guy. His name is Elvis Perkins and his most recent album is Elvis Perkins in Dearland.

One of my favorite tracks is called Doomsday. In it, the percussionist bangs this big old drum through most of the song. Kind of reminds me of being a majorette in the band in high school. Wait…did I just admit that in public? Oh well. Maybe I’ll put a picture on here one of these days and prove it to y’all.

Listen to this…it is great.

I May Not Be Completely Right About This…
but I think that the pinnacle of naughty little brother-ness may be achieved by pinning an older brother’s school medal to the front of one’s tighty-whiteys and running about the house like a wild thing while flaunting said school medal and its interesting new location.

What do you think?

I May Not Be Completely Right About This…
but I think that the pinnacle of naughty little brother-ness may be achieved by pinning an older brother’s school medal to the front of one’s tighty-whiteys and running about the house like a wild thing while flaunting said school medal and its interesting new location.

What do you think?

I May Not Be Completely Right About This…
but I think that the pinnacle of naughty little brother-ness may be achieved by pinning an older brother’s school medal to the front of one’s tighty-whiteys and running about the house like a wild thing while flaunting said school medal and its interesting new location.

What do you think?

Water. Everywhere.
So, last night, in the midst of yet another deluge I turned to Jon and said, “Any chance you have any spare Gopher wood laying around?”

Jon laughed and then said, “I bet if we did have this for forty days and nights that J wouldn’t be quiet for the entire time.”

That’s probably true. J (our oldest son) hates rain. He despises storms.

Now, on the surface, this doesn’t make much sense. He loves water in the shower. At a lake or river or pool he will only come above water to catch another breath before going under again. Truly.

There is just something about rain and storms. But, in the same way that I cannot hold back the rain, I cannot make J see that this is all not a big deal. The logic and reality of storms has been talked to death around here. And I don’t think that all that explaining has made a dent.

So we basically just wait for the storm to end. Sometimes it is hard, but that is what you have to do with things as uncontrollable as the weather and a human being who is set against rain no matter what others may say.

As Jon and I heard yet another moan drift up from J following a lightning flash we just looked at each other and shrugged. This too shall pass.

And Noah thought that he had it bad.

Water. Everywhere.
So, last night, in the midst of yet another deluge I turned to Jon and said, “Any chance you have any spare Gopher wood laying around?”

Jon laughed and then said, “I bet if we did have this for forty days and nights that J wouldn’t be quiet for the entire time.”

That’s probably true. J (our oldest son) hates rain. He despises storms.

Now, on the surface, this doesn’t make much sense. He loves water in the shower. At a lake or river or pool he will only come above water to catch another breath before going under again. Truly.

There is just something about rain and storms. But, in the same way that I cannot hold back the rain, I cannot make J see that this is all not a big deal. The logic and reality of storms has been talked to death around here. And I don’t think that all that explaining has made a dent.

So we basically just wait for the storm to end. Sometimes it is hard, but that is what you have to do with things as uncontrollable as the weather and a human being who is set against rain no matter what others may say.

As Jon and I heard yet another moan drift up from J following a lightning flash we just looked at each other and shrugged. This too shall pass.

And Noah thought that he had it bad.