I popped over to write my post and see Laurie has had two weddings in her family this summer. While no one in my family is getting married any time soon, I am going to one in a couple of weeks.
I have a dear friend who is 29. She is from Pensacola but moved to Las Vegas when she graduated from college. I met her through my involvement with the Daughters of the American Revolution and she is adorable. Fun, witty and kind. I love her like she is my own. Her mother is also a friend but the daughter and I connected before I met her mom. I love, love that I have friends of all ages. Makes life much more interesting, doesn’t it?
At the bridal shower, which she flew home for, the bride’s mom and I were chatting and laughingly, she asked me if I was a notary. I said I was and that meant I could actually perform the marriage ceremony. I didn’t think anything else about it.
I got my invitation to the wedding and set it aside. It had RSVP on it but no hard date to do so. Fast forward a few weeks and I see the bride’s phone number pop up on my cell phone. I’m thinking I’m going to be castigated for not doing the RSVP thing. Not that she would ever call me on the carpet (!).
Nope, you guessed it. She was calling to ask me to do the honors of performing their ceremony. How awesome is that? This will be my fourth time as an officiant but it’s special every time I am asked. I’m thrilled to be part of the ceremony – but, and here’s the rub- I now have to shop in a hurry for something to wear as my planned dress would clash with the bridal party. Back row, that didn’t matter so much. Now it does. LOL
Wish me luck!! I hope to have some pics to share on my mid-month visit since it will be the Monday after the wedding. (oh and the pic here is my daughter-in-law on her and my son’s wedding day holding the perfume the spouse and I had given her for her birthday).
Well, it’s been a great summer and doesn’t look to be winding down anytime soon. It’s been crazy warm and we have several friends who have joined the air-conditioning revolution because of it.
Still, we’ve managed to have some fun. First and foremost was my niece’s wedding in June. It was an awesome night for an outdoor reception and we danced until we couldn’t anymore. No, really, we couldn’t. It was my brother’s backyard and we stopped at 10 to make sure the neighbors didn’t get upset. Here’s the awesome couple with my Dad.
Immediately following that wedding (the very next day) was a 60th birthday party for me, which was low key and just how I like it. I’m not big on being the center of attention, so a nice, relaxing lunch thing in our backyard was perfect. We didn’t even take any pictures (thank God) but I do have a couple of one of our granddaughter’s from that day that I’ll show you. Of course, Dude being in the pictures is a bonus, right? :)
And some of the women in our family got away for a weekend to wine taste and unwind. Okay, maybe we spent most of our time by (and in) the pool, but it was one of the most relaxing times I’ve had in years!
And we’ve finished with one more wedding celebration, for our youngest daughter, who chose the lower key Vegas option for her wedding, but couldn’t get away completely. It was party time again! :) Here they are heading off to get married.
In amongst that, we did some day drives, hikes, and, for me, training for an upcoming mini-triathlon I’ve entered with my daughter. So it’s been a full and joyous summer and I’m feeling very blessed to have the family and friends we’ve shared this all with. I hope you’ve all had as good a summer and would love to hear some of the highlights from yours. :)
Recently, I reconnected with one of my cousins. We’d lost touch over the years, due to marriage, moving cities, and the usual excuse of months/years going past so fast. It was lovely that after the best part of 30 years we just picked up where we’d left off. Soon we were reminiscing, remembering the fun times we’d shared as children and teenagers. There was much laughter and schoolgirl giggling to be had.
As children, we’d shared fun days at the beach and happy cinema trips, most of which included much mischief and more usually ended up with us being sent to bed early in disgrace. As teenagers, we continued to misbehave: one memorable night included a family Christmas Party where Kathy and I managed to get ourselves tipsy after sneaking drambuie into the garden shed. That particular incident put me of alcohol for life :)
One of our favourite things to do was re-enact scenes from movies in my parent’s living room. I was always a budding movie director and Kathy an actress, a perfect partnership for creating a masterpiece of cinematic glory that, alas, never made it to the big screen. But goodness, we had some fun. We used to love re-creating the barn dance scene from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, and would take turns being either one of the brides or brothers. We’d use chairs, tables, footstools, buckets, brooms, and even my dad’s decorating ladder as props, and then set about dancing around the living room. Oh, how I loved to dance.
On UK television at the moment, there’s an advert for a shop chain’s home insurance. It shows a bespectacled little girl in a ballet outfit dancing joyously around to the soundtrack of Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer”. She dances with a reckless abandon, and sort of reminds me of…me, LOL. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Kit Domino’s latest blog about her trip to Nerja reminded me of time spent in Las Alpujarras, Andalucia, Southern Spain. My husband, Peter, and I lived in three different white villages of the Eastern Alpujarras for six year. We began our adventure in Júbar, a small village on the southern slopes of the Sierra Nevada. One hour from the coast, two hours from Granada and three hours to Malaga. The population was officially 50 people but we never counted more than 25, except at special holiday times like Easter and Christmas plus the fiesta in August. Many people have left the small villages to find work but still support their families at home. Houses are owned by the family, sometimes three generations share one house but everyone works hard and children benefit in many ways. Each family owns plots of land with olives, almonds, cherries and various types of produce grown in terraces originally introduced by the Moors in the fifteenth century, water comes from the mountain via a series of channels known as acequias .In February almond blossom covers the slopes of the mountainside, a carpet of delicate white and pink, the fragrance is overwhelming. We could see the sea from our house and the snow covered Sierra Nevadas towered above us creating a sort of eco-climate. Paradise.
The village church was built on the site of a Roman Temple then was a mosque, a refuge for Jews during the defeat of the Moors then a christian church. The symbol on the bell tower represents a Crescent, the Star of David and the Cross intertwined, an interesting concept today. The church was renovated during our stay there, thanks to David Illsley, a friend of our’s, several layers of murals were uncovered and preserved. Although not intact they are unique and now protected thanks to David and a team of specialists from Granada University. David and his wife run a Casa Rural, a bed and breakfast, which is how we ended up living in Júbar and is an expert on the history of the area. The church only holds services at Christmas, Easter and during the fiesta. Fiesta time in August is a wonderful occasion, people come from around the area to party but the highlight is the parade following the Christ Child on a decorated bier. It is an honour to carry it and passes through family member, males only but in Mairena the women carry their Christ. I will talk about Mairena, our next home, another time as space is running out!
A highlight for me was being invited to join the literary classes held for the women in the village. The age group ranged from 55 – 86, the older women could neither read nor write so were taught the basics. It was an honour to be allowed to join in as I learnt so much about the history of Andalucia, the culture and local customs. They helped me with my Spanish but it was the stories they told that were special and their recipes. We exchanged my cakes for fresh figs, olives, cherries, eggs and wonderful peppers (pimentos) as well gigantic melons and courgettes (zucchini). Daily chats were held in the village square around the daily bread van but occasionally just impromptu chats whilst taking the rubbish – bassura to the communal bins. I could wax lyrical much longer but hope I’ve painted a picture of a special time in my life.
I originally planned to cover the three villages in this piece but lost the original! Just to show you it is not always hot and sunny I thought you would like the mountains in winter in our garden. I will leave you with the thought that when possible follow your dream, nothing lasts for ever good or bad, but you can take your memories and polish them like gems. I hope there is another adventure around the corner!
We haven’t had a recipe in a while and we’re not really going to have one today. I’m not cooking much these days. Trying to drop some weight (it isn’t working) and just too many other more interesting things to do. Besides, like everything else, food selection is changing. Remember those first TV dinners. I tried to convince the family that they tasted good, then, when that didn’t work, that they were healthy. Yeah right, getting desperate, maybe cheap. They didn’t buy any of it.
But that was then. Now I actually like the Healthy Choice Steamers frozen foods. And Schwan’s, years ago we subscribed to their delivery service and the meals were perfect for two. Our grandson actually got us going on them. Thinking the truck was an ice cream truck, he was around ten, he waylaid the driver who promptly gave him an ice cream bar. Our first orders were ice cream and we graduated from there.
Fast forward a few years — a friend who frequently has me for dinner subscribes to them and oh my gosh the meals are delicious and the desserts, there goes the diet. Last week she made the Orange Chicken, pictured above. She had it with a fruit salad and biscuits and it fed 3 perfectly.
Check out their website at http://www.schwans.com/
Happy not cooking. ☺
Life’s been hectic for a long time, but I’ve been doing my best to just keep moving and get things done as I can. August 9th was our anniversary and Steve and I took a few days off and allowed no grass to grow beneath our feet as we headed out of town, away from obligations, away from phones and computers, and into the heart of nature.
Oh, and a spa and resort!
In the middle of a state park in Flintstone, Maryland is the Rocky Gap Spa and Golf Resort. The resort is surrounded on two sides by a 243-acre lake that is a slice of heaven. There are multiple public beaches along the banks of the lake. There are plenty of docks for getting a boat in the water, fishing, camping, picnic areas galore, and absolutely gorgeous scenery to help a person forget their cares and leave the work place behind them.
Our room was a lake front room, and the view was stunning. Steve and I spent long, lazy hours on a blanket on the beach. We spent evenings ensconced in Adirondack chairs sipping beverages and enjoying quiet conversations, giggles, and memories as we allowed the sun to set around us. We did nothing we didn’t want to do. We chased no schedule. Kept no itinerary. Barely paid attention to a watch! Cell phone? What’s that? We simply enjoyed one another, our surroundings, and the gorgeous weather. We took naps and moved relaxation to new heights.
We came back home refreshed, recharged, and rejuvenated. Every once in a while you need to slow down, take a seat in the grass–or the sand–and soak in the beauty God has given us, has placed all around us.
Until next time, may your next meeting be with a loved one, in the heart of nature with no phones, no noise, and no schedules!
Jillian here! I was going to do a book review today and I know we all have massive TBR piles so I decided just to throw a few titles of books I’ve read lately and either really enjoyed or didn’t like so much.
For the not so much crowd, I offer I, Ripper. It’s by Stephen Hunter. It’s another Jack the Ripper lore story and although I am intrigued by the legend, this one was a new take on it that was both interesting and dull at the same time. Kind of weird, I know. It didn’t move fast and thus it took me a while to read it. A chapter here, a chapter there. It wasn’t compelling but it wasn’t bad – so I give it a Meh rating.
The Other Daughter, by Lauren Willig was poignant and I cried a lot about the last third of the book. That always means a good read to me- UNLESS I’m crying because it’s so awful and I want it over. Not the case here. It’s set in the 1920s in the UK and just a nice tale.
Royal Street and River Road are by Suzanne Johnson. They are the first two books in her Sentinel series and even though they are marketed as Urban Fantasy, something I never, ever thought I would like, I love, love these books and have ordered the next two in the series. They are set in New Orleans and the author, having lived there many years, has absolutely captured the city in her descriptions. The first one takes place at the time of Hurricane Katrina and the author nails the way the city was hit and how it was for many months post storm.
So, if you have room on your TBR list, here’s a few choices. If anyone wants me to send you any of these, let me know. I try to donate when I’m done so I can have room for more!