Saturday, August 29, 2015

Saturday Snapshot -- Sunrise


Join West Metro Mommy for this weekly meme of photos people have taken and share on their blogs.
Friday evening, I went to the first same-sex marriage that I've attended. The Supreme Court ruling in June made same-sex marriage legal in Ohio.
This morning on my run, I spotted a lovely sunrise. 
How many times a year will it peek through at this exact spot? 
Of course, the picture is never as good as the real thing. You'll have to take my word for it. 


Maybe I'll get a picture of the full moon tonight so I can juxtapose them. 

Friday, August 28, 2015

Checking Off My Bucket List

I'm generally the kind of person who has big ideas, but thinks them through for quite a while. That means, that nothing may come of my big idea.
I can't explain it, but for a few months now, I have been wanting to try paddle boarding. Particularly, stand-up paddle boarding. Like this girl:
I don't think I'll look like this girl on the paddle board, but I hope to be able to stand up.

I'd been thinking that we should go to the beach somewhere to try it. But I work Mondays and Fridays starting next week and I get very little time off, which I need to save in case I'm actually sick. So we do not have time to drive to an ocean, 8-9 hours from here, learn to paddle board and drive back on a Saturday and Sunday. 
But Labor Day is approaching. I know that Earl works, but Grace is starting a new job, so she can take a few days off in between. 
I mentioned it to her, and, although she feels bad about leaving her old job early, I convinced her to come along. 
I asked my cousin who lives in Charleston whether she would be home that weekend. No luck.
Instead, I booked a hotel in North Carolina for three nights, and I've already made my reservations for the stand-up paddle board lesson on Sunday morning. 
It's so impetuous of me. I thought about it. I made the reservation without torturing myself. 
I'm thrilled, and a little scared.
Now to find out what kind of exercise I should be doing to get ready for paddle boarding. I suspect I'll need to do more planks!

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Long Winter Warnings?

We've enjoyed a brief autumn-like spell here. Since I love the fall I'm thrilled.
The other morning, I let the cats outside, and I noticed the older one, the hunter, was lying on the grass with his paws beneath him. I thought he might have captured something, a bunny, a squirrel, a bird, so I walked out to see if I could save a creature from him. He didn't have an animal, but was just cold.
As I stood there in the grass beside him, I heard a honking noise. The younger cat and I both looked up at the sky. The younger cat definitely feared whatever made that noise. But after a few more sounds, I saw seven geese flying in formation and heading south.
Since it is still August, that made me worry a bit. It definitely gave me flashbacks to The Long Winter by Laura Ingalls Wilder:
"Not a goose nor a duck on the lake. None in the slough. Not one in sight. They are flying high above the clouds, flying fast,” Pa tells the family after coming back from what should have been a productive hunting trip in the fall. “Every kind of bird is going south as fast and as high as it can fly…And no other kind of game is out. Every living thing that runs or swims is hidden away somewhere. I never saw country so empty and still.”

But that chilly morning, the temperature was 55 degrees, gave me the opportunity to put on a new sweater that I'd ordered sometime since the spring. I had to walk to the post office to mail some books, so I put the loose knit sweater over a camisole, and enjoyed the warmth, until I got home and was too warm.

Then I put it away until autumn really and truly comes.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Tuesday Intros -- The Little Paris Bookshop


Every Tuesday, Diane at Bibliophile by the Sea posts the first paragraph of her current read. Anyone can join in. Go to Diane's website for the image and share the first paragraph of the current book you are reading.
This morning the library notified me that I had a knew download available. I love getting a library book through email. I clicked on the link then clicked on download and there it was on my Kindle.
This time I received The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George. Anyone who knows my obsession with France will know why I 'm excited about this book.
The bookshop proprietor doles out books like a pharmacist does medicine. He knows how to heal anyone's emotions, except his own.
Here's the intro:
How on earth could I have let them talk me into it?The two generals of number 27 Rue Montagnard -- Madame Bernard, the owner, and Madame Rosalette, the concierge -- had caught Monsieur in a pincer movement between their ground-floor flats.
"That Le P. has treated his wife shamelessly."
"Scandalously. Like a moth treats a wedding veil."
"You can hardly blame some people when you look at their wives. Fridges in Chanel. But men?  Monsters, all of them."
"Ladies, I don't quite know what..."
"Not you of course, Mosieur Perdu. You are cashmere compared with the normal yarn from which men are spun."
Sounds like these ladies are masters of figurative language.
Looking forward to seeing what everyone else is reading.