Another sign eating weed,
and a golf cart.
Looking down one of the irregular sandstone sidewalks in town.
Too bad it was trash day.
Laura started after school art lessons.
We "practiced" her ten minute walk from school
before the first lesson,
But of course Grandma showed up the very first time,
to be sure.
In future I won't embarrass her,
and only pick her up after class.
And Hazel and Tony are here for a two week visit.
We certainly need a bigger British flag!
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Dear Joanne, it sounds as if you are going to be even busier! Peace.
ReplyDeleteSandstone sidewalks - never heard of such a thing. Or, more likely, I've just been oblivious.
ReplyDeleteThe town in Vermont that we visit every now and then has marble sidewalks, which I thought very posh, although it's actually because there's such a plethora of marble there.
The same with sandstone here. The town had two major quarries.
DeleteWhat a nice change from cement walkways.
ReplyDeleteThe Hurricane credits her after-school art lessons with getting her through her childhood. I hope Laura will be equally happy.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
I'm catching up... honest, I am! I just read your last blogs... so much... SO MUCH... reminds me of my own past. One of these days I'll make it to NE Ohio and by golly... we'll have tea... with tea towels ;-) I came from a coal-mining family and lived in a company town... but wonder if you you ever "recycled" flour sacks? Those gems were good for everything from making dresses (for my sister and me) to drying dishes. Now, I'll admit that I don't dry dishes. I put them in the drainer... sit down and read a book... or knit... or even use the computer... and when the darned things are dry I put them away.
ReplyDeleteFlour sacks were woven from the same sort of barely processed cotton thread that we used for weaving. Its open structure made for great towels, or anything else.
DeleteI think it is your duty to embarrass her a little bit.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure that, as she gets older, Laura will treasure every one of those 'embarassing' moments, and all the love they represent.
ReplyDeleteWhere in the UK are Hazel and Tony from?
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Hazel grew up about five miles from Cambridge; Tony "east side of London." They live in Cambridge now.
DeleteLaura will enjoy that bit of independence walking to her art class :)
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I had to look multiple times before I could see that Union Jack. It's tiny.
ReplyDeleteInteresting sidewalks, I like them much better than the concrete ones here.
ReplyDeleteWell, if the granddaughter ever becomes famous she'll have experience dealing with paparazzi.
This granddaughter needs her wings but Grandma should always be in the background. That is your job and her burden.
ReplyDeleteLove that sidewalk.
ReplyDeleteI am sure your granddaughter will enjoy her art lessons.
ReplyDeleteHari Om
ReplyDeleteNicely chronicled... Cambridge folks eh? Lovely place. Enjoy the visit. YAM xx
My children have rolled their eyes and were embarrassed by me sooo many times. She will remember it and forgive.
ReplyDeleteThose sidewalks have become a danger for me with my spectacular falls. I have to watch my steps and slow down, which is hard for an aggressive walker as myself.
Liked the peek at the clock tower.
ReplyDeleteI think it's very welcoming to fly their flag!
ReplyDeletePoor little Union Jack ! I hardly noticed it....
ReplyDeleteI was wondering why you thought you needed a bigger flag as I could see it quite well. THEN I noticed the tiny Union Jack.duh!
ReplyDeleteI couldn't see the flag either, hope we get to see some of Laura's art.
ReplyDeleteHaha don't you hate it when the kids get to the age we embarrass them. :)
ReplyDeleteI am so like you: making sure the kid knows where to go...and then showing up the first time just to be sure. Interestingly, my parents never did this type of thing with/for me, and I don't recall minding having to figure it out myself. We're just too damn empathetic, us'ns!
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