I was searching thru photos yesterday and came across this one of the hubby from a few years back......
Allan says it looks like Logan - Pa's nephew/Allan's cousin. I think I can see that, but then - I dunno - because I think it kinda reminds me of this one too
I also noticed that Pa's eyes look a bit unfocused here - I was wondering if he hadn't started wearing glasses yet, or if the photographer had him take them off for the picture. Since Allan wears glasses now too - I had to look further for the next in the Pa series
And this is the guy that gets all sorts of twitchy when my sunglasses are crooked - I think I might have found the root of that particular quirk.
And how quickly I've left that getaway to a simpler time and am gnashing my teeth just thinking about all that I have to get done this week. Today will be lists and laundry and lists and more.
But for a moment here, I'll revisit the weekend. It was lovely. I thoroughly enjoyed going with friends who've been there before, who knew the roads - the shops - all that. I had been to the area once by myself when Pa was working in that area - but it confused me. I couldn't figure out where to go and what to do. Now I know and feel more confidant. This trip, for me, was like an introduction or a learning of the ropes.
So, what I learned was, that you have to get a map. (who knew?) And then drive - up and down the county roads, from little town to little town - watching carefully for buggies as you go - and choosing shops randomly based on past experiences or current needs and curiosity. It was beautiful. And I was very thankful that despite the rainy weekend forecast, we didn't see any rain until a few miles into our trip home. We had perfect in and out of the vehicle weather.
I really didn't take that many pictures. I made attempts to purposefully not be the last one left in the store so that I could use that time to get about and see what caught my eye - but then I found myself being torn between the beauty of the area and wanting to catch that on camera, and the feeling of wanting to be respectful. I felt really self conscious. If I went again, I would like to bring a zoom lens, altho the one that I would bring isn't very inconspicuous. It's an interesting feeling.
I also didn't take any pictures of the group that I went with. Mine was the only camera that I saw all weekend in the bunch, and I'm always very nervous about being a pest and a bother with my big lens. I see photos everywhere - sometimes it feels easier to just keep them in my head - altho sometimes I think, like a child, that it would be fun to be invisible and go around taking photos without the self conscious worry of all that.
I would have enjoyed being invisible here, for instance. I was positively itching to just crawl up close and get some shots of hands, or closeups of their expressions. These guys were a fun bunch - I could have listened for hours. They were not Amish.
I wanted to bring this guy home with me. Isn't he the cutest? I think he and George would have a good time filling my house with music.
And then, on our way home yesterday, we stopped at Warther's Museum and Knife Factory. It was Pa's birthday on Saturday (I know - I'm pond scum) and I wanted to pick him up a gift - and, as luck would have it, I was also able to get the museum tour. I was completely and totally fascinated. As multiple people have recommended it to me over the years, I would recommend it also.
And then - back to reality. I came home to a 2 year old who indulged in dairy all weekend and was up all night fussing with it, an 8 year old who didn't do her homework, piles of laundry and a to do list miles long.
Our weekend is going to be kinda like this, minus the boy (who is that boy?) - but there will be at least one infant along for the ride.
My Uncle Jim has been scanning and sharing old family pictures and sharing with the family. This is one of my favorites - that's my great Aunt Mary in the upper left hand corner. It's from her that I inherited my compulsive need to label, altho I don't do it anywhere near the level in which she did, it's in me - I can relate to it.
Others listed as being in this photo are Celia J, Olga L and Jennie P nee H - does anyone recognize any others? (you can click on it to see it larger)
And as there are 12 in this photo, at last count - there were 12 ladies headed on our Holmes County outing. One canceled, but another signed up at the wedding shower last evening. One bus of four is already there, having left last night - another left this morning - and MaryKay and I will bring up the rear after her work shift this morning.
It's going to be delightful.
I have so much to do before I get out the door tho. I still need to shower, my underwear is in the dryer, my favorite pair of jeans are in the wash, I gave Mark a suppository this morning which requires a certain amount of consoling (wow - those things work slick - never had one in the house before), bills to pay, a checkbook to balance, a photo to fix and deliver, supper to put in the crockpot and other miscellaneous odds and ends.
I think I'll start with the shower - just as soon as Markie is ready to let loose of the tight hold he has on my neck.
I'm a fairly light packer - especially when it comes to day trips or what I want to carry with me to the park or the zoo or shopping or a festival.
I don't carry a purse, for instance - I haven't in years. I appreciate winter for the fact that I can tuck my wallet and my keys in my jacket pocket. This week had me trying to figure out what to do with those cumbersome items when I went on my grocery run. I ended up pulling out just my debit card and a single vehicle key. Perfect.
Now my debate is what camera do I bring with me to Holmes County. I'd have a hard time not having one at all, I think - but the forecast says rain - rain - rain - and rain again.
I'm leaning towards my smaller DRebel with only the 50mm lens rather than my bigger/heavier 40D with the 17 - 50mm. I act like those lenses are matched only with those camera's - and, in a way, they are - they've been on them so long I don't know if they'd come off. If I want the 50mm - I grab that camera - if I want a wider angle - I grab the other.
He's a digger. And a climber. And a bull-headed stubborn doesn't understand the word no wear-me-outer.
He likes to help. With the dishes, with the cooking, with the folding of clothes and the dusting and the vacuuming and just about everything and boy does he get ticked if his help isn't appreciated.
He's constant. He's not unlike a pinball in a fast paced machine - bouncing from one activity to the next and ringing bells and buzzers and flashing red lights and sirens as he goes.
He's also constipated. Again. He's potty training of his own accord, so my days are full of ups and downs and pulling off of the pants and putting them back on again - he likes to try multiple times in a short span of time - and, to his credit, he's been doing great. Except for the constipation.
Pa wonders why I don't get much done after 9pm when the kids go to bed, like I used to. I just point to this one - I'm mentally and physically exhausted when it comes to 9pm. I crash. Veg. I resort to brainless activity.
So it is. This month. I'll appreciate his independent streak at some point.
As far as running away from home -I really am - I'm headed out on a ladies weekend tomorrow and leaving Pa in charge. And don't worry - it's not my van that I'll be taking. (Pa took that to work today to see how it's running - it sounded odd yesterday) I'll be in Holmes County. I've only been there once and that was to visit a friend. (hi Kelly!) So I'm looking forward to laughs, great company, going with the flow, seeing where we end up and not stressing at all. I'm along for the ride, a mom without a mission. It's going to be fabulous.
Nobody grabbing off my dinner plate Nobody whispering "I gotta go pee" on the side of my bed at night Nobody whining when I put dinner on the table
All those things that I'll be craving again come Sunday evening......
some of those phones that aren't attached to the wall
matching kitchen chairs
in fact, a kitchen table that we have room to put the food and plates on at the same time
someone who comes and washes my hair each morning. I tell the hairdresser that each time I go (I went last night and came this close to falling asleep and she massaged my scalp - I couldn't shake the tired off after that. In fact - maybe I better get that done at night instead of the morning - when I'm rich)
anyway. Those were my thoughts yesterday. (okay, I cannot lie - I'm still having those thoughts this morning)
We're not sure yet what's wrong with the van. Pa got it started with a jump, but there really wasn't any reason for it to have croaked in the first place. (Besides age, and mileage, and....) It did start again this morning, but something was going on with the lights (flickering) and the door (not sure what he said about that)
We're supposed to be on our way to story hour right now. We chose to drive this morning due to high winds, a bit of cold and the fact that Pa was home this morning and it threw us a little off schedule.
Books found A picture CD burned for a friend cell phone, wallet and keys in hand we hopped in the van
and the van said, clickclickclickclickclickclickclick
I said, heh
This is the same van that we decided to take on our vacation in a few weeks when we declared that the cost of a van rental was too high
I unloaded the kids
debated about getting in the stroller and running, but we'd still be late