David sitting in Ben's room saying "What IS that smell?"
Blue cupcakes for Jonathan. He might be 19 but he never will be too old for good cake.
Wait! How old did I say he was?
Hard to look too cool when you have blue lips.
He huffs and puffs and wishes.
Son, enjoy the light from 19 candles...Later when you turn 50 the fire dept. is called.
I don't know what is scarier: The Shirt? The Pose? or The look on Jo's face.
(Joann) I'm gonna sit up front and sip cola while they shop. I wonder if blind people can take pictures (click)
Ben was my chaffuer. (Ben) Mom let's "drift" through the shop ...it'll be our movie called "Gone Shopping in 60 seconds".
(Jonathan) I have a pretty mouth.
(Jonathan) Watch Santa on the seesaw...Ruddolf's head got smashed.
(Ben) Over to the right a little ...now up up ...yeah like that
"we were put in jail while mommy makes dinner"
Bammaw can peel potatoes as good as any sighted person.
Cooking underway.
"oh please drop something ...please please"
A dog's view of Thanks giving dinner being made.
Bammaw's (Joann) potatoe rolls are awesome.
"fork, spoon, knife ...napkin....fold"
David and Kenneth waiting for dinner.
The potatoe dough is ready.
Traditional punching of the dough done by the youngest and oldest of the family.
Brice and Bammaw punching down the dough for potatoe rolls.
Bammaw's dough is ready now.
Talking to Grandma Reid.
Ben's solution to the can opener breaking down
Brice is sleeping it off.
Yes, David has turkey meat hanging out of his mouth. Jonathan is waiting for the word to eat ...Ben can't wait!
Where to begin?
Matt and Kim ...but do you see deviled eggs? NO!
Is this the pan they asked me to get? I'm helping too..RIGHT?
I will eat it all!
Cupcakes in the shape of a turkey. He got his face smushed.
"Turkey good....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!"
"yes Christopher is cleaning up ...doesn't my hair look pretty?..."
"Oh I hurt so goooood"
Jonathan's opinion of the dinner
The best part of the day...Amanda and Christopher washing up afterwards.
Sometimes ...I write poetry. I wrote a poem for a Writing Contest at Vanderbilt University when I was actively working there. A few of my poems won.The raindrops smacking down,
like children jumping puddles
wearing rainbow-colored boots.
When my mother laughed,
it was like the garden after a storm,
everything still dripping with mischief.
Sometimes we would have tea
on linen beneath the rose covered walls
nibbling lemon sugar cakes.
And she would laugh
as she filled English china cups
not mindful of the splashing
pouring down like rain.
How you sit there so arrogantly,
wearing youth like a prom dress.
I, too, once wore bright colored silks,
my body lean laced.
No one told me how the dress would fade,
becomes ill-fitting.
With envy I watch you escorted gaily to the dance.
Music heard just outside the door.
As I sit here in my impotent easy-chair
paralyzed, and aching to join.
I want to cry out and tell you "Dance hard,"
only leave when they push you away.
You don't realize that one day,
not so long from now.
You will sit, as I do.
just outside the music.
And you will long for yesterday,
As I long for another yesterday.
You'll long for the dance.
Autumn is the time of year to break out the soup pot. I made this Pork Loin stew that starts with a Cajun rue. I like a nice warm boot brown for my rue.
