Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
|Marcie and Andrew with their oldest son, Theodore, |
in May this year.
Veronica is thriving and Marcie and Andrew are looking forward to a year with a little more sleep. Well done, and love from us all.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 7:25 PM
Sunday, May 27, 2012
We had to cancel our plans for a birthday/Memorial Day picnic today and instead we will celebrate tomorrow. Lucy came over and trimmed our box hedges. Nice. You can see more photos and a little narrative here.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 5:59 PM
Saturday, May 26, 2012
My title is not the name of a previously un-published Beatles song, nor is it the original concept for the move made famous in that hysterically funny scene in Legally Blonde—way funnier than any scene starring a UPS guy has any right to be.
Grab and shove is my new style of gardening. Grab because I have lost (for this year at any rate) the desire to spend hours in the nursery picking out exactly the right shades of purple and the shades of pink which complement and contrast with them. Normally I would then look for variety in the shapes and sizes of blooms, and a contrast of short and wide and long and narrow leaves. Not to mention leaf color from dark green to chartreuse. No, this year I resolutely marched from rack to racked snatching pots with the eagerness of the chefs on Chopped helping themselves to additional ingredients. I was aided in my last foray by a lad holding a cardboard box for my choices. He followed me around, made me nervous and therefore helped me hone my grabbing technique.
As for shove, it speaks for itself. No measuring distances between plants this year, no trying out color combinations, no little holes with compost in the bottom. Just a swirl with the trowel and in she pops.
I have no photos of the shovees, because they still look—well, like plants shoved into the ground. But I am willing to bet that in a day or two they will start growing and no-one will know the difference. Except me. And you.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 7:24 PM
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
(C)With tears in my eyes, dear, I begged you to (F)stay
You couldn't for(G7)give me, so you went a-(C)way
I made a mistake, dear, by tellin' you (F)lies
This is not a paean to Hank Williams—though that would make me extremely popular in this household.Now I lay a(G7)wake, dear, with tears in my (C)eyes
The other day I put the mouse in a bag together with the laptop to take it so my contacts could be transferred to our new iPhones (and that is all a topic for another post. Or two) and must have dislodged the little ball-thingy. Anyway, the mouse no longer works and I have been forced into using the trackpad. That explains the tears in my eyes. It is a nightmare. I think it took me about two hours to post my last entry. It is not only hard to achieve what I want to achieve, it is difficult not to perform some functions I most certainly do not want to achieve. I know it will get easier (won't it?) I will stop automatically reaching for this small, grey object. I will no longer look like a dork when I take my laptop out in public. Though I will look like a dork as I perform digital gymnastics.
By coincidence, an article appeared in today's Wall Street Journal which indicates there is a different solution:
A race to liberate computer users from the mouse is kicking into high gear, inspired by the potential of turning hands and other body parts into digital controllers.
The goal: to manage computers and other devices with gestures rather than pointing and clicking a mouse or touching a display directly. Backers believe that the approach can make it not only easier to carry out many existing chores but also take on trickier tasks such as creating 3-D models, verifying whether clothes fit, training athletes and browsing medical imagery during surgery without touching anything.Until then, I have a perfectly good gesture for my laptop.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 8:27 AM
Sunday, May 20, 2012
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012
This post needs a snappy sentence to end with, but somehow, I just can't come up with one. I'm speechless.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 7:48 PM
Friday, May 11, 2012
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Wednesday, May 09, 2012
Just in case you were wondering where we were (and you were, weren't you?) we flew to Washington for the two remaining First Communions of the year. They were scheduled thirty minutes and forty miles apart, not unlike a situation we had two years ago. Lucy came too, on a plane that got in fifty minutes after ours, thankfully at the same airport. I was going to take part in Frederick's ceremony in Woodbridge, VA: Ernie was to join Theodore in Rockville, MD and we were all scheduled to meet up at Andrew and Marcie's in Rockville for a party. There was a lot more car borrowing and being in the right place at the right time involved. Logistics! I'm a glass half empty person and was terrified it would all go wrong, like a Logic problem on the GRE where there's an error at step one.
But it went off perfectly and we had a wonderful time. Here's Theodore (l), and Frederick (r) shortly before they were allowed to take off their suits and enjoy themselves. There are more photographs of the weekend here. I seem to be getting back into the habit of recording events visually.
There was an additional joy to the weekend. Theodore's little sister, whose white knuckle first year of life was recorded in Veronica's Journey, was all smiles and getting ready to crawl. Veronica, I hope we will be able to join you seven years from now at the same celebration.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 12:45 PM
Wednesday, May 02, 2012
You may notice I have changed my header from spring plants to exuberantly blooming hydrangeas. The bush is in my back yard and the photo was taken a couple of years ago. Here's the same bush today. The leaf spray on the right looks so green and healthy—they all looked that way before the frost hit last week and killed a number of the upper branches. It completely destroyed a smaller bush and left three untouched.
My instinct was to cut off the unsightly leaves and tidy everything up, but the nursery told me to leave the bush alone and let nature take its course. I've kept my hands off it so far. I need to learn I'm not in charge of the universe.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 6:14 PM
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
I came across him when I was off on an errand, but it wouldn't have mattered if I hadn't seen him that day. If I had driven that route to the park the next day or the day after, I would have eventually met up with him. He must be close to 80 now. I spent a lot of time sitting next to him and his wife on the bleachers when our boys played basketball together. I think they have more grandchildren than we do, and the one he is pushing in the stroller plays a special role in his life. She was born with developmental problems and since his retirement I don't think a day goes by that he doesn't take her to the park and push her along the boardwalk by the lake. I have come across them there several times and we have taken the opportunity to catch up on the news of each other's children.
I admire him and his ceaseless devotion to his granddaughter, so no, I didn't want him to see me taking the photo.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 6:45 PM