photo by jfowithahalo
quote by Wil Wheaton
via the Twittersphere
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
"So, why do you think people do it? she asked. "Leave each other?"
"I don't know," Marion answered.
"But you've written articles about it."
"That doesn't mean I know anything." Marion's tone was light. Caroline looked over at her, waiting. After a while, Marion gestured out toward the ocean beyond the windows.
"I think love is kind of like those waves out there," she said. "You ride one in to the beach, and it's the most amazing thing you've felt. But at some point the water goes back out; it has to. And maybe you're lucky--maybe you're both too busy to do anything drastic. Maybe you're good as friends, so you stay. And then something happens -- maybe it's something as big as a baby, or as small as him unloading the dishwasher -- and the wave comes back in again. And it does that, over and over. I just think sometimes people forget to wait."
Erica Bauermesiter, Joy for Beginners, Page 45-46
photos c. April 2013, North Fork of Long Island
Trying to read again. Pulling out quotes that strike my fancy. That's all.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
"There were moments in life, [she] thought, when you reached back, baton in hand, feeling the runner behind you. Felt the clasp of their fingers resonating through the wood, the release of your hand, which then flew forward, empty, into the space ahead of you."
~ Eric Bauermeister, Joy for Beginners, Page 189
Monday, June 16, 2014
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Possibly the only one looking good here was Dad - despite Jed's smirk.
Ah, the 1980s. What can I say?
Happy Father's Day!
Yes, you! Stop goofing off and let me take the picture.*
Grampa Max, Grumpa, or *squeeeal and point*
Grumpa Max with Jed's boys ... Drew and Cannon
Grumpa, Jed, and Cannon
There, apparently, is a love of plaid that transcends generations ...
Up at J's: all the boys, in descending order: Grumpa, Jed, J, and Nathan
and ghosts of generations past and future.**
The use of elbows to defend food also transcends the generations through the male line***.
Grumpa and Nathan
Hope you got some peace and quiet today so you could get lost in a good book.
*But you wonder where WE got it from?
I mean, HELLO!?
** Can you see them? There were a LOT of relatives ghosting about in the house that day. Possibly even Malcolm.
Who is Malcolm? "Malcolm" is the name I have assigned to my potentially new nephew. It might be a girl, you say? But if there's a Nathan, there has to be a Malcolm - so Nathan Fillion/Malcolm Reynolds can have full honor in the family. If it's a girl, and J & Christina are working off the A,E, I, O, U naming guide ... Inara? Um... I'm getting out of this conversation, post haste. Not my call. NOPE. So until then ... Malcolm Monkey *I* think it is. 2 boys. 2 girls. The end. We shall see by the end of the year. Stay tuned.
***Please note: Yes, Grumpa Max loves his granddaughters too. Amber, Elle, and Sarah are loved, as I am and my sisters-in-law -- but I don't have group photos of them from the December 2013/January 2014 and February 2014 trips. OKAY!? Man. Such pressure. And people wonder why I stop blogging from time to time. This shouldn't take an hour for a loving honoring post.
~photos via iTouch and Nikon
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Then eventually, things happened and a convent of nuns took over the estate to run a college.
And it came to pass that they built their own chapel to worship in.
Times changed, economics changed, and the world changed ... and the old chapel fell to ruins.
Generations of those college students, the neighborhood kids, and other school kids did use the ruins as a place of curiosity, exploration, and sometimes, nefarious partying.
More time passed and the world continued to change.
Lo - it came to pass that new administrators decided to shore up the old chapel, preserving - but not restoring - it for history and wonderment.
Many generations still come to wonder, remember, and appreciate - what we called the Haunted Chapel.
I don't think it's haunted any more.
|You can almost hear the hymns.|
We never got to go in and look up into the turret.
Taken Saturday, June 7, 2014 during Manhattanville College Reunion Ramblings
Photos via iTouch
And I'm off to an actual wedding, at another Castle-type building.