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Monday Before THE Monday

I don’t know if y’all had caught my drift from the previous post, but school is upon us a week from today. I’m pitching a little fit about it, too, which shows y’all how silly I am, if you didn’t know that already.

I mean, getting miffed at an entire month?

Act like I didn’t know all of this was coming?

My only excuse, if I indeed have one, is that I’m just a little worried about my square pegs. I have one son who is a round peg, exceedingly round, in fact, and school is fine for him. I see him off with a light heart and absolutely no qualms. I don’t have a problem with the schedule change — I actually embrace change like that. No, you see, what’s got me tied in knots are my square pegs. When a square peg meets a different schedule in addition to trying to fit into a round hole — well, it’s cross your fingers and say a prayer time.

All of that to say that this Monday needs lots of music. So, for your listening enjoyment, I suggest

Nina Simone. She was lovely and had such a soulful voice. Delightful.

And, here is the best ever rendition of Hey Jude. It was done by Wilson Pickett and was recorded at Muscle Shoals Sound.

Sing it, Wilson.

Monday, here I come.

Dearest August,
I feel as though we’ve grown apart, you and me. In my youth, you were such an exciting month. Truly, I always looked forward to you coming around. But, I’m sorry to say that no longer is the case for me. Now, you get the drop on me every time you visit. Not only that, it seems like you somehow manage to speed up time but only until school begins, then you somehow slam time back into place leaving all of us a little dazed and confused and tired. Here, I’m enclosing a picture of my son to demonstrate how I feel about you now.

Maybe it’s not you. That’s right, as crazy as you make me,….I know, it’s not you it’s me. That is why we have to not see each other any more.

I’m sorry, that’s the way it has to be.

Annie

Dearest August,
I feel as though we’ve grown apart, you and me. In my youth, you were such an exciting month. Truly, I always looked forward to you coming around. But, I’m sorry to say that no longer is the case for me. Now, you get the drop on me every time you visit. Not only that, it seems like you somehow manage to speed up time but only until school begins, then you somehow slam time back into place leaving all of us a little dazed and confused and tired. Here, I’m enclosing a picture of my son to demonstrate how I feel about you now.

Maybe it’s not you. That’s right, as crazy as you make me,….I know, it’s not you it’s me. That is why we have to not see each other any more.

I’m sorry, that’s the way it has to be.

Annie

Dearest August,
I feel as though we’ve grown apart, you and me. In my youth, you were such an exciting month. Truly, I always looked forward to you coming around. But, I’m sorry to say that no longer is the case for me. Now, you get the drop on me every time you visit. Not only that, it seems like you somehow manage to speed up time but only until school begins, then you somehow slam time back into place leaving all of us a little dazed and confused and tired. Here, I’m enclosing a picture of my son to demonstrate how I feel about you now.

Maybe it’s not you. That’s right, as crazy as you make me,….I know, it’s not you it’s me. That is why we have to not see each other any more.

I’m sorry, that’s the way it has to be.

Annie

A Tale of Some Lilies

First off, aren’t these lilies gorgeous? Yes. My Jon got some for me on our anniversary. We had these kind of lilies at our wedding — but we almost didn’t. That’s where the tale comes in.

Fifteen years ago, Alabama was finishing up one of the driest summers it had experienced in many years. We had almost no rain. That meant that my father’s garden, the garden that had supplied many a party with blooms, didn’t have much to offer me, the gardener’s daughter.

When we placed the order for the flowers for the ceremony we decided to go really simple and mainly have one flower. I love lilies and so we decided on the Casablanca. Our florist ordered a bunch of them from somewhere in South America and we thought that was the end of the story. But, it wasn’t.

You see, dry summers don’t last. After a while, some rain is bound to come. So, rain it did. In fact, it wasn’t just rain, but bands of the hurricane, Erin, that struck the Gulf Coast just prior to my weekend wedding. We were busy thinking about logistics for the wedding and having the reception in the middle of a deluge, meanwhile, our florist was hoping that the lilies would make it to the airport.

They did make it. But it took a middle-of-the-night driving trip and quite a bit of airport searching to finally locate the shipment.

We hoped that the flowers would still look okay. But, you know, we knew that they might not look great given what the poor things had been through.

Guess what? They were absolutely gorgeous and didn’t look or smell like flowers that had been through heck and high water to make it to the destination.

Sometimes poor planning works out, anyway. Thank goodness for that, since poor planning seems to be a permanent feature of yours truly.

Have a good weekend, y’all!

A Tale of Some Lilies

First off, aren’t these lilies gorgeous? Yes. My Jon got some for me on our anniversary. We had these kind of lilies at our wedding — but we almost didn’t. That’s where the tale comes in.

Fifteen years ago, Alabama was finishing up one of the driest summers it had experienced in many years. We had almost no rain. That meant that my father’s garden, the garden that had supplied many a party with blooms, didn’t have much to offer me, the gardener’s daughter.

When we placed the order for the flowers for the ceremony we decided to go really simple and mainly have one flower. I love lilies and so we decided on the Casablanca. Our florist ordered a bunch of them from somewhere in South America and we thought that was the end of the story. But, it wasn’t.

You see, dry summers don’t last. After a while, some rain is bound to come. So, rain it did. In fact, it wasn’t just rain, but bands of the hurricane, Erin, that struck the Gulf Coast just prior to my weekend wedding. We were busy thinking about logistics for the wedding and having the reception in the middle of a deluge, meanwhile, our florist was hoping that the lilies would make it to the airport.

They did make it. But it took a middle-of-the-night driving trip and quite a bit of airport searching to finally locate the shipment.

We hoped that the flowers would still look okay. But, you know, we knew that they might not look great given what the poor things had been through.

Guess what? They were absolutely gorgeous and didn’t look or smell like flowers that had been through heck and high water to make it to the destination.

Sometimes poor planning works out, anyway. Thank goodness for that, since poor planning seems to be a permanent feature of yours truly.

Have a good weekend, y’all!

A Tale of Some Lilies

First off, aren’t these lilies gorgeous? Yes. My Jon got some for me on our anniversary. We had these kind of lilies at our wedding — but we almost didn’t. That’s where the tale comes in.

Fifteen years ago, Alabama was finishing up one of the driest summers it had experienced in many years. We had almost no rain. That meant that my father’s garden, the garden that had supplied many a party with blooms, didn’t have much to offer me, the gardener’s daughter.

When we placed the order for the flowers for the ceremony we decided to go really simple and mainly have one flower. I love lilies and so we decided on the Casablanca. Our florist ordered a bunch of them from somewhere in South America and we thought that was the end of the story. But, it wasn’t.

You see, dry summers don’t last. After a while, some rain is bound to come. So, rain it did. In fact, it wasn’t just rain, but bands of the hurricane, Erin, that struck the Gulf Coast just prior to my weekend wedding. We were busy thinking about logistics for the wedding and having the reception in the middle of a deluge, meanwhile, our florist was hoping that the lilies would make it to the airport.

They did make it. But it took a middle-of-the-night driving trip and quite a bit of airport searching to finally locate the shipment.

We hoped that the flowers would still look okay. But, you know, we knew that they might not look great given what the poor things had been through.

Guess what? They were absolutely gorgeous and didn’t look or smell like flowers that had been through heck and high water to make it to the destination.

Sometimes poor planning works out, anyway. Thank goodness for that, since poor planning seems to be a permanent feature of yours truly.

Have a good weekend, y’all!

Well, Y’all, On This Day,

this here young’un

got hitched to this young’un.

Then 15 years went by just like that.

Shazam!

Well, Y’all, On This Day,

this here young’un

got hitched to this young’un.

Then 15 years went by just like that.

Shazam!

Well, Y’all, On This Day,

this here young’un

got hitched to this young’un.

Then 15 years went by just like that.

Shazam!