Quiet

There is no sarcasm intended when I say that I enjoy solitude.  In my world, it takes all of the stars being aligned to acheive it.  Today is the day.  With my family off to the Father and Son Camp-out,  I'm blissfully granted hours of my own time.  I plan to catch up on some writing, go out and fetch myself a large bowl of clam chowder for dinner (and perhaps a wee treat), and get some much needed rest.  Okay, left to my own devises, I probably won't go to bed early.  It sounds good, though.

In reality, in a few hours I'll be missing my children and their stories. 

Paleontology Museum

Friday we dug up some local dinosaur bones by visiting the museum.  It was a fun day for all involved.  The kids enjoyed "hamming it up" for photos.  Afterward . . . only because we were headed in that direction . . . we had fish n'chips at Ripple's.  Yum!

Things I Can't Resist

Old movies
Flowers
Cookie dough
Poetry (who knew?)
Micah's smile
The smell of rain
Books
Snow globes
Turtles
Purple
Carson's laugh
Watching the stars
Watermelon
Antique china
Romance novels (just kidding, people;)
Dakota's humor
Art shops
Seafood
Book stores
Lord of the Rings
Caramel apples
Time with friends
Staying up late
Writing
Being with family
Anything Finnish
Old houses and buildings
Colors and images in the sky
Water
Cannon beach
Watching fish swimming
Snow on tree branches
Taking pictures
The library (good I work there)

To be continued ...

Carson's creative carving

Mr. Po-ta-to Man... Mr. Po-ta-to Man... I need music for this.

Mom's Birthday

Lake Fork 1972

It is my Mom's birthday today.  She was born in 1926 and saw many things in her lifetime.  I love and miss her, but know she's watching over all we do.  Here are some pics of us.

Bear Lake 1974

My mood

I've been feeling really hammered and worn-out for days.  I'm in the mood for some pictures of the sky, which I adore looking at on different days, and a funny poem.  I think I will share those with you:)  Enjoy!

The Necessity of Appearing in Your Own Face

There are days when that is the last place
in the world where you want to be but you
have to be there, like a movie, because it
     features you.

                         Richard Brautigan

                         

The Boys of Summer

Their is a chill sneaking into the air in the late evenings.  School has started, and life is picking up the pace.  A change of seasons is fast approaching.  I welcome the change, but thought . . . just for the fun of it, I would post some watery pictures of the boys in my life.  The best thing about summer is watching them enjoy it.