I am technically challenged tonight - so instead of having the caption of the photo just underneath the photo, I will bunch them up here.
My daughter and I went out for pizza one Friday night and on the way home (one mile from my house), I looked over as I was driving and saw that elk! I thought I was seeing things! It was humungous! It was gorgeous and looked like a statue. I pulled over and started taking pictures. After a while, I noticed that there was a whole line of cars behind us, all with arms with cell phones hanging out of the windows - taking pictures. It was really something.
My daughter and I (oh, it is so nice to write that phrase) were at an AA Founder's Day picnic. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, but we are in a severe weather pattern and beautiful can turn strange very quickly. Some guy was standing and said "look, there is a funnel cloud!" I looked and didn't see it - but I looked a minute longer and saw the most amazing thing up in the sky. That is a photo of the first one. There were three funnel clouds in all as we stood there, getting pounded with wind and rain. And, being a wonderful mother, setting a wonderful example for my daughter, I stood out in this crazy weather taking pictures with my cell phone, along with my daughter and a whole lot of other nutty sober drunks. It was scary, but oddly exciting. It was a wonderful day.
Parenthetical: what a miraculous thing to attend an AA picnic with my daughter. She knew more people than I did! And there were some people who said hello to both of us and then found out I am her mother - the shock! and then the recognition that "Gee! This makes sense!" And to sit with her and her ex and eat lunch - all of us sober. What a miracle. I could never have anticipated 10 years ago when they first got together that I would some day relish the sober company of those two. I truly love that guy I thought was the worst nightmare that ever darkened my door 10 short years ago!
Two roses from my garden. In a tiny vase that was brought to me by a beau from Prague. I love roses and I love that tiny vase.
One of my peony bushes. I LOVE peonies. My mother had them. And I have them.
And finally, the dreaded wetsuit! I returned it this morning. I was happy to hand it back!
So, this is just some of the stuff that has been happening while I have been writing about the past.