Last Saturday, Ray and I attended the Colonial Golf Tournament in Fort Worth. It's at a fancy country club and we had free tickets including a hospitality suite visit, thanks to my employer. Seeing golf live is interesting. I don't play golf and I do not watch it on television. But the wack of the ball, the whoosh as it flies through the air, and the accuracy of the players is entertaining.
It was a lovely day and we had a good stroll - got in a lot of steps.
So here's to aim that's true.
Instead, I shall be flailing through this Friday and on into the weekend.
Hope you score a hole-in-one, have fun, and use sunscreen. June is busting out all over.
Happy Memorial Day Weekend. This is the fun, whimsy stuff. Here are my little displays. In the dining room I've got the flag runner and then symbols of summer - shells, etc.
In the bathroom - more summer stuff - flamingos, fish, and beach turtles. Heck yeah - I'm ready to swim. It will be a fast plunge this weekend - from all of our rain, the pool is a brisk 68 degrees.
I'm a hardy Yankee gal - I can do it.
And the serious stuff for Memorial Weekend. It's not all about swimming, grilling, and chilling.
Soldiers everywhere have given their lives in the pursuit of freedom. We shall remember and salute their sacrifice.
Cheers everyone and enjoy a safe and wonderful Memorial Weekend.
(and yes, I'm SO grateful to have a three day weekend - no work Monday - whew!!!!!!!!
It has been forever at work since New Year's Day - our last paid holiday. Holy Crap!!!! )
Happy Wednesday - yea...she's done with the lantern pics
No need to comment, just enjoy.
Now we are aiming for Memorial Weekend - downhill slide to the unofficial start to summer. Swimsuit ready, hot dogs and burgers to be bought for grilling, drinks on ice, and an eye on the weather - will we need to break out the sunscreen or umbrellas?
The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah – In love
we find out who we want to be, in war we find out who we are (cover
blurb). 1939 France – Vianne sees her husband off to war, sure that this
scuffle with the Nazis will end quickly. However, the invasion occurs, and soon
she has a German captain requisitioning a room in her home. Without
food or money or hope, as danger escalates all around them, she is forced to
make one impossible choice after another to keep her family alive.
Meanwhile Vianne’s impetuous sister, Isabelle, meets Gaetan
and joins the Resistance. Never looking back, she risks her live many times to
save others. The circle of war brings the sisters and their estranged father
together in a unique circumstance. None trusts the other, but as family
fighting for France in their own ways, they unite in a surprising way. Kristin
Hannah captures the epic panorama of World War II and illuminates history in
this fictional work. Sisters, ideals, passions, danger, survival, love, and
freedom – this book covers the gamut in a novel that celebrates the resilience
of the human spirit and the durability of women. (cover blurb)
The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah is an
excellent read. Have a tissue handy near the end – sniffle alert, I promise
(and that’s okay).
Based on the box office totals that have racked up to billions, Ray and I might be the last people on the planet to finally see Avengers:Endgame. But rainy Saturday morning kept us from yard work. Thank goodness - movie magic time.
Three hours - I thought it went by quickly. Everybody and their uncle from the Marvel universe showed up. Story lines were explored and tied up fairly neatly. Some live, some die - that's life.
The word quantum is used and you know it's tricky when there's a time travel continuum theory bandied about.
Ironman and Captain America do stand toe to toe and argue. Well, Ironman does have to look up a bit. Chris Evans does have America's butt...hey, the movie says so.
There are tears, there are battles, there's humor. It's all there. Marvel knows how to package its product - the film is rich in characters, dialogue, action, and drama. I'm giving a review but no spoilers, just in case someone has been under a rock and missed this in the theater. And do see it on the big,big screen - it is glorious.
P.S. I still love Thor, no matter what. Chris Hemsworth rocks!
Last weekend I sat on my dad's front porch. This humongous oak stands tall, looming over the house. It would have been great as a kid to use it for hide and seek. Look at that trunk. Wow!
Dad says when a limb cuts loose it "really makes a clunk and shakes the house." Ya think?
Enjoy this Monday moment. Hug a tree if you can reach around it.
I'm back from a trip to see my father who will be 88 in July. Big sigh. As Bette Davis famously said, " Growing old ain't for sissies." He still lives in the house where I grew up (huge thanks to my brother (lawn service and so much more) and sister (housekeeping and grocery shopper and so much more). It's a typical Northeast home in PA with steep steps,etc. OMG.
The poor man is just slowly disintegrating - very stooped and has leg pain. He's a trouper. We had plenty of laughs. He's got the oars in the water, but he's rowing slower and sometimes in circles.
It is what it is.
So, that's the senior report.
Now - in regards to air travel. First I will say I appreciate the miracle that is air flight. It is amazing and the logistics to coordinate so many people going to so many places is fantastic.
I totally understand how weather can mess up that fantastic system. And the whole USA decided to be under storm watch on Wednesday. What a cluster.
Here's my rant.
People - when you get on the plane - stow your crap and sit the f@$k down. Pardon the language.
Stop being a Sherpa with your whole life and way more than the one bag and one personal item. Ridiculous. Pay the freakin' $30 for baggage.
And American Airlines - if you have a plane at the gate for over an hour...do not decide you have too much fuel and must siphon it off AFTER we have all boarded the plane and are supposed to push away from the gate. Seriously. Did someone NOT do the math and know this way ahead of time???
Yes, there were weather problems that messed up some timing, but this just added to the turmoil. I was lucky - Ray watched the screen all day and picked me up once I finally landed. But lots of folks missed connections in Dallas due to a controllable problem.
Travel is not for the feint of heart. Patience is warranted. Many things are out of one's hands.
Thanks for reading this. I have to wait a bit and gird my loins before I schedule another trip back to see Dad. I'm aiming for summer. Let some time simmer.
Have a great weekend and Happy Mother's Day to all.
I read a review of Conversations with Friends by Sally Rooney and it interested me.
i.e. Written with gem-like precision and marked by a sly sense of humor, this book is wonderfully alive to the pleasures and dangers of youth, and the messy edges of female friendship.
Now I'll give my review - Sally Rooney, the author, is young herself and very into the zeitgeist of today's youth.
Our two protagonist friends - Frances - cool, observant, student/writer, and Bobbi - beautiful, rich, and rather self-possessed and confidant. They perform on a poetry night and are approached by a well-known photographer journalist (Melissa) interested in doing a story on the duo. As they are drawn into a flashier art world, Frances embarks on a dangerous flirtation with the actor/husband -handsome Nick. This leads to stress in the friendship, jealousy, and some lessons in really being a grown-up.
I was interested in the story line and many of the bad decisions made by Frances (and Nick). I found some of the dialogue and situations to be too neat and tidy and contrived, but still intriguing. Rooney offers a fresh perspective on youth today, and I have her next book Normal People sitting on my shelf - in my queue. Meanwhile Conversations with Friends was a good patio read.
Joanne Faries, originally from the Philadelphia area, lives in Texas with her husband Ray. She considers herself fortunate to be able to pursue a writing career after eons in the business world. Joanne enjoys reading and movies, and is the film critic for the Little Paper of San Saba.