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Currently, summer night edition
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Sniffly Monday
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Sunday Five: The Shine of a Thousand Spotlights

Currently, summer night edition

Relaxing out in the yard. I feel like we did a lot of outdoor work early in the summer, such as planting grass and ripping out 10,000 dandelions and setting up herb gardens, so it would be a shame to miss out on enjoying it.

I wanna sit under my own vine and fig treeA moment alone in the shade

Remembering all the time I spent with family this weekend. Yesterday my cousin had a big ol’ BBQ at his place, replete with food and beer and a firepit and strands of outdoor lights. I am a sucker for outdoor lights. The only factor stopping me from having outdoor lights is that we don’t have outdoor outlets. Otherwise, I’d have my yard lit like a Hallmark movie Christmas Tree Farm, and would never go inside.

I kicked a giant watermelon ball around with Nephew A.


Today, Nephew B was baptized, almost exactly 4 years worth of Sundays after Nephew A. B is a happy and easygoing chap. He has one of those deep husky laughs that seem like they shouldn’t come out of something so small and is instantly delightful.

With the minister, feeling skeptical about that water.


The party afterwards was held in one of the church’s rooms. The lovely Kristen and her husband-who-doesn’t-read-my-blog made sure it was filled with food and plenty of room for the kids to run and play.

Manic Pixie Dream Aunt at your service.


Apparently one of my hidden talents is blowing bubbles for packs of small children. Who knew?

Enjoying another 3-day weekend, because I’m off tomorrow. I was considering taking a ride to Atsion Lake because I haven’t been there since I was a kid. The weather forecast for tomorrow looks crummy. Never fear. I’m also off this Friday (fingers crossed for a beach day) AND next Monday. I’m so glad it’s this summer and not last summer!

Debating a trip to Sonic for a shake. It would require leaving my chair.

Watching Miz and Mrs and Making It this summer. Both shows are funny and warm. Perfect light fare for summer.

Sniffly Monday

I had a draft for Friday 5, but I fell asleep. Such are the breaks.

I was off on Friday. Unfortunately the temp topped out at 70 and the sun was barely out so to the shore I did not go. But! My dad’s visiting from RetiredLand, FL, so I got to go out to lunch with him AND plundered my aunt’s collection of old family photos. Later that afternoon I got some quality cuddle time with Nephew B. He’s 3 months old now!

Celtic Fling 2018


Their mother – my grandmother – was born in the mid-20s. In one of the old albums there were pages and pages of pictures of her and her 3 sisters as young women posing for photos. Against trees, on bicycles, sitting prettily in chairs, etc. And we think current kids take too many photos? Psh. People have been doing this for almost a century. Leave the kids alone.

Saturday night we went to a surprise 50th (!!) birthday barbecue. I think this is my first peer-group 50th party. I’m okay with this and gave WM permission to throw a surprise 50th birthday party. To which nobody will probably go, not because I smell or anything, but because a Labor Day birthday is a kiss of death for party attendance.

Incidentally, we after we made our plates at the barbecue and sat at one of the 3 tables on the lawn. There was a child sitting at the second table, and nobody at the third. All of the chairs were around our table. A group of women (whom I didn’t know) took the chairs from our table and moved them to the third table so they could sit together and not with us. Maybe I do smell…

Who would NOT want to sit next to this?


And speaking of smell, on Sunday we went to the Celtic Fling at the PA Ren Faire. We go (almost) every year and have a blast. This year, I feel like it was deodorant-optional day. It was boiling hot and sunny. I woke up with a cold and even I could smell it. Sunday night I watched Westworld and cried so hard at one part that I didn’t even feel badly about not understanding a good quarter of the show. Maybe I’ll have a better time of it in Season 3. I’ve given up on understanding the Bernards. I’m going to put his past in my “River Song” category of plot constructs that are beyond my comprehension. (This is not an invite to explain River Song to me. I can’t.)

Today I worked from home in my pajamas and all is well.

Sunday Five: The Shine of a Thousand Spotlights

Happy Sunday!

Yesterday Mom and I had the honor of escorting Nephew A to an Easter Egg Hunt at Paws Discovery Farm.

Paws Discovery Farm – Mt. Laurel, NJ


It was an all-day event and the staff replenished the eggs regularly, making for a bunch of thrilled little kids. Because Mother Nature hates us, the paths were snowy. In addition to watching A go into Egg Hunting Beast Mode, I got to feed a cow and pet some barnyard animals. I also stole some Nephew B snuggles. All in all a great day. 🙂

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You could not pay me to pull out the Surface to blog on Friday night. I went up to bed at 9:50pm. Here’s the Friday 5 – on a Sunday! This week’s topic is The Shine of a Thousand Spotlights. Let’s get to it!

1. What physical trait are you (or have you been) self-conscious about?

I’m tweaked about the scar I have on my face from Murphy’s misplaced bite and I’m hoping it fades. People tell me they can barely see it, but to me it is practically neon. The permanent trait I hate about myself is my feet. Seriously, if I don’t polish the toenails they look like Fred Flintstone’s feet. I call them my man feet. No offense meant to actual man feet.

2. When did you last do something risking injury?
When you’re a naturally clumsy person, every action is an injury risk. And I’ve found that after 40, even the inactions can cause risk. Want an example? My left shoulder and wrist have been sore for 2 days since … I slept on it? Who the heck knows. If it was a heart attack I’d be gone by now so I’m chalking it up to old lady muscles.

I think the last risky thing I did was zipline last year. I’d like to do that again sometime.

3. Why do critics and the general movie-going public never seem to agree?
Because critics are writers, and writers want to appear to be smarter than the hoi polloi. (Note my writerly use of hoi polloi.)

4. How do you feel about Hugh Jackman as an actor?
Seems an ok guy. I call him Huge Ackman. You should, too.

5. Who is the best singer you’ve seen in live performance?
This is a toughie. I’ve seen many many concerts that I’ve enjoyed greatly, but to be honest, they’re not the BEST singers. The best singer I’ve seen is probably Michael Buble. Kind of hoping that he tours again soon.

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I’m currently watching NJPW Strong Style Evolved. Will the Bullet Club survive the “leadership” of the American Dream Cody Rhodes? I don’t know, but there is something improbably sexy about hearing Kenny Omega speak Japanese.

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