Saturday, May 31, 2008
It was a perfect family day out. Olivia was attached to her ipod, Rush waved to friends he saw passing by, Fred filled 3 garbage bags of weeds and I found myself where ever I was needed, frequently reminding Olivia which was a weed, which a perennial.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
I guess it would have been rude to tap on the glass from our seats at the counter and tell the folks on the sidewalk to move a little to the right?
Monday, May 26, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
This year we broke tradition and didn't get our cake from Cramer's bakery as a good Yardley resident must do, but we tried a new German bakery the next town over, and feasted on the German chocolate cake. The Sunday cake was cheesecake and I'm still to full to even try it yet!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
The odd thing, there wasn't a single rose bush in the garden, or living rose flower to be found. We had sweet tea on the porch in the most leisurely fashion and Fred smoked his bi-annual cigar. I can't wait to go back.
At our second breakfast we learned that our room, with the three small windows facing the street was where Charles Frazier spend two years writing Cold Mountain.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Oh I wish I could get a straight answer to a straight question when I need it. It should have been easy enough. Rush was invited to his first Bar Mitzvah, I know the parents well enough. What I don't know are the gift customs for this Jewish celebration, but I'm quite certain it's possible to do things wrong, very wrong. So I figure a phone call will answer my question.
So I call, hoping Stephanie answers the phone. "Hello?" (not Stephanie) :"Hi Peter, this is Val, Rush's mom, maybe you can answer my question". I heem and haw and finally blurt it out--but it doesn't go exactly as I expect. He politely leaves me with no answers just that Stephanie will call me back. Then I beg that he forgets I called, no reason to get Stephanie involved (and likely go through the same thing)
Now if someone, who didn't have such answers, called and asked me what someone should bring to a standard Methodist-
Mormon-Southern Baptist home birthday party for a teenager. I could answer that question. A $20. bill. All the kids do it, cards are optional. But do it wrong, and bring a gift or gift-card, and it will be noticed. That's easy, ask and I'll tell you the way it is.
I don't really care what the 'answer' is, just give me a hint, and all will be good.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Fred found some type of package pork rind, between the pickeled pig's feet and candied toffees, so he was happy in boyhood memories. I passed on all, but sure enjoyed the humor of a shop you'd never imagine opening today.
My mother-in-law Nell, 90, is a strong woman, widowed in 1960, never remarried, never relocated, independant and not outwardly emotional. When she went for the brief, awkward embrace of Fred, her middle child, I saw tears in her eyes--which she quickly wiped away and laughed off before inviting us inside.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
No distractions from kids, no Internet, no Blackberry, no cell phones-- we relaxed fully in body and soul. Guilt-free from things we should be doing, but weren't--and told each other stories and wishes we'd somehow never told before.
Monday, May 05, 2008
So I found Fred. He has a way to getting shopkeepers to do what I want in a way that they want to do it. It's a mystery to me.
All I know is I got one bowl with a small crack for $5 and I am very happy. The shop owner was too. Go figure!
Friday, May 02, 2008
Thursday, May 01, 2008
But that's not the best part of the trip. The best part is that Fred booked a nice room at a B&B for our stay. We aren't going to be staying in his childhood bedroom, you know the room in the converted attic which 40 years ago was perfect for a 10 year old. Nope not this time. The B&B he picked looks perfectly suited for me taking photos, they even have a fat cat. I'm giddy with delight and off to pack my suitcase!