"Memory is a net; one finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook; but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking." -Oliver Wendell Holmes


Sunday, November 28, 2010

Giving Thanks 2010

We were able to make it to see the Chipley side of the Chipley-Foster families over the short Thanksgiving break. We had a fun few days taking some time out from work to eat, relax, and soak it the holiday. Along the way, there were a few "momentous" occasions .

Matt went on his first hunting trip - duck huntin' with the boys. Oh dear.


No animals died at his hand this time around, but he returned feeling victorious anyway.


Olivia refused to wear anything but her "kitty" dress for three days in a row - and she did, but only in small doses and never whilst eating :-)




We shared a number of delicious meals, made by all kinds of cooks and at all times of the day. And, Mom bought a new green and gold tablecloth - very pretty.


Matt wore this cute (I mean, very manly and handsome) gray hat he bought after seeing them all over New Orleans on our honeymoon!


And Mom, Olivia and I collaborated on a one of a kind Turkey Day art piece that is sure to be auctioned off to a very rich, highest bidder.


Happy Thanksgiving!

P.S. In case you missed it, "Our Very Own Punkin' Festival" has finally been updated!

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Transcendental

"I too am not a bit tamed,
I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp
over the roofs of the world."

We're reading Whitman in class today. I sound like such a hippy dippy every year during this unit - "I celebrate myself, I sing myself" - and I love it. Despite their general repugnance for anything school-related, a lot of the students end up connecting with these original hippies.

Emerson, Thoreau, Whitman, Dickinson. Who would I choose if I could have dinner with anyone living or dead?  Normally put on the spot by it, I think I've finally found an answer to this question.