"It was an ordinary day, a quick phone call to my cousin Caron recently to wish her a happy birthday, I asked her how she was planning to celebrate turning 74. Caron has grown frail the past few years, suffering from COPD and tethered to oxygen 24 hours a day. Caron laughed quietly. "You know, the best celebration I can imagine is just having one more ordinary day," she replied. "I'm grateful for every day of my life. Every day is a celebration!"
Well, it's true! Any day, so-called ordinary days, they're all precious and celebration-worthy.
Yesterday we were driving home from a short errand -- Bob needed a new bag of chewies (big bones to gnaw on to distract her from her tennis ball obsession once in a while). Out of the fog, on a tiny island between the big bridges in Georgetown, these guys materialized
A CELEBRATION of Pigs!
There are no farms anywhere for many miles around. No one lives on this island. To get here they had to swim. Did they come in with the floods after hurricane this fall? Were they once, many generations ago, from one of the rice plantations on the river?
Five in this photo but there were seven in the grass, probably more in the woods.
Not celebrating Georgetown's litter problem, which you can see all too well in this photo.
But isn't that baby cute, hanging out with the big guys?
On Thursday we had a Thanksgiving/Christmas CELEBRATION in Orlando with four children and their families.
We ate. A lot. (Aaron and Lauren, the hosts)
Met the newest member of the family.
Molly the Labradoodle.
9 weeks old.
Played silly games.
Visited. A lot.
( the bros-in-law )
We were gone three days and of that, 20 hours were spent driving (shew!), and now we're home, back at our computers, trying to make up for overindulgence at the gym and veg section of the grocery store. But in reality, ya know ...